Evil Realm.
Beneath the endless Malice Sea.
"Ugh..."
A low, hoarse groan rang out without end.
He lay there, submerged and covered by the endless Malice Sea.
He was a forgotten Ancient God. His consciousness rotted in the darkness, while loneliness gnawed at his soul like a maggot burrowing into bone.
His soundless roar shattered the void, yet he could not grasp even the faintest echo. Only pain, like Eternal Night, grew wildly in the deathly silence.
Below his gaze,
Ancient God Beasts fought and roared atop his body.
"One day, one day, I'll kill them..."
He roared, yet could not break free.
But soon.
He could feel that the nails driven in by the Ancient God Beasts could no longer hold him down.
"I'll never forgive them. Never..."
His consciousness rotted into sludge in the depths of the gloomy Malice Sea, and his madness grew with every passing day.
He had been suppressed for a hundred thousand years.
A hundred thousand years!
It was a span of time too vast for hatred alone to describe.
And then,
he thought his eyes were playing tricks on him. He saw a familiar figure.
It was Gillette.
"Gillette, is that you?"
He spoke with difficulty, like a child who had fallen into an abyss and glimpsed a lamp.
"It's me."
Beautiful as a celestial maiden, Gillette drifted down from the sky and came to his side. She gently stroked his face.
"I've missed you so much."
Gillette spoke softly.
"Gillette..."
He trembled, then shook his head.
"It's an illusion. It's all an illusion."
But Gillette gazed at him, stroking his already withered face.
"You must be so tired."
On the Saint Breaking Tree in the Evil Realm,
Chen Yan sat cross-legged, endless rule-script swirling around him. He slowly opened his eyes,