"The bright moon rises over the sea; from here, one gazes until the ends of the earth vanish."
Upon End of the World Terrace, from ancient times to the present, how many affairs of the human world had been witnessed?
Dragon-Fishing Guest had once sat here alone, one man and one rod, fishing for dragons toward the east.
Heaven Gate Supernatural Power had once scattered away here; in all the world, Heaven and Earth Gate was rarely encountered.
The Fangtian Ghost God Halberd had once danced through the high skies here.
Army Destroyer had once faced Chen Du here.
The Sea Suppression Alliance was founded here, and the Sea Sacrifice was held here.
Heroes of the Near-Sea Archipelago had once gathered here, while the mourning song of Soul Return rang through the air.
The vast waters of the Cang Sea flowed on, yet things remained while people changed.
Today, Jiang Wang looked up from beneath the terrace. The two prodigies upon the stage, commanding the attention of tens of thousands, were both opponents he was confident he could suppress with one hand.
Yet what he saw was that youth from Dao Calendar 3919, in this very place...
Arguing, lowering his head, bending at the waist.
Offering apologies, making amends, atoning for his sins.
Burning with anger, roaring aloud, gritting his teeth in hatred.
Overestimating himself, wanting to weep but finding no tears.
Perhaps over these years, he had done some foolish things and hurt some people. But as he looked from this moment toward that one, he could tell his former self that not a single moment of these years had been squandered.
From south to north, from east to west, crossing within heaven and beyond heaven... such a long road, he had indeed walked it with firm, solid steps.