The newborn Prehistoric Continent took shape, and the ancient lands of the Four Continents returned to the world. Familiar mountain ranges and waterways, along with the ancient aura of heaven and earth, spread across the land.
Gazing at this homeland of the old Prehistoric Era, absent for countless ages, once shattered and annihilated, now restored in its entirety, Zhuo Guang stood in the void. Emotion surged within him, and he could no longer suppress the burning tremor that had built in his heart over endless years.
His figure flickered, and he swept straight down, landing firmly on this new earth reshaped from the shattered Prehistoric Continent of the old era.
The soil beneath his feet was deep and solid, the spiritual veins stretched far, the mountains and rivers remained as they had been, and their aura was unchanged.
The promise Xuan Qing had made him all those years ago had crossed endless epochs, endured countless ages of ruin, and weathered the shattering of the heavens. Today, it had finally been fulfilled in its entirety.
The broken Prehistoric Continent stood beneath the heavens once more, and the annihilated old world was reborn.
Every steadfast vigil, every moment of waiting, every obsession defended in blood found fulfillment at this moment.
Zhuo Guang raised his eyes and looked around, warmth and relief filling his gaze. Wild joy surged through his heart, and he yearned to share this extraordinary happiness, this fulfillment born of rebirth, with someone else.
Yet at that thought, boundless loneliness and desolation suddenly welled up within him.
Most of the mighty figures of the old heavens, the friends who had fought beside him, and the companions who had weathered calamities with him had long since perished amid the collapse of time and the wars of the epochs.
Only a handful