When the last Thunder Giant was annihilated beneath Yu Yuanchen's Destruction Thunder Seal, the Chaotic Void abruptly fell into deathly silence. The clamor of battle receded like a tide, leaving only the battered Thunder Sacred Dragon Yu Yuanchen had become, faintly gasping in the void. The lingering echoes of that majestic voice declaring, "Qualifications verified," had yet to fade when Yu Yuanchen, without even time to regulate his breath, felt his consciousness cast into a warm vortex, sinking deeper and deeper.
An unprecedented wave of exhaustion swept over him, more draining than any fierce battle he had ever endured. He felt himself losing contact with things of vital importance—his grandfather Yu Boxuan's earnest expectations, his father Yu Mingfeng's silent concern, Ye Zhilan's gentle gaze, the burden of his clan's honor and disgrace, even his own pursuit of power and desire to become a god... All those external imprints and internal driving forces faded like an old scroll painting, becoming blurred and distant.
He was no longer the once-in-a-century genius of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, no longer the inheritor of the Thunder God Bloodline. He no longer even remembered why he had appeared in this void. It was as though he had returned to being a blank sheet of paper, with only the most fundamental, unadorned "self" remaining.
When his surroundings came into focus again, he was no longer in the Chaotic Void. Howling cold winds filled his ears, and before him stretched a vast world of snow and ice. He found himself standing on a mountain path buried beneath thick snow, dressed in thin, tattered clothes. The biting cold made him shiver uncontrollably.
He lowered his head and looked at his hands. They were fair and slender, yet covered in frostbite and tiny wounds. There was no trace