At this moment in time, by the sea, bright sunlight shone as the gentle ocean breeze carried a fresh scent.
It was only early morning, yet quite a few people had already gathered along the shore.
Zhao Cheng wore a loose white robe and went barefoot across the beach, yet not a speck of dust clung to his feet.
Belvia, too, wore a white dress and walked hand in hand with Zhao Cheng, barefoot. Her gaze, however, was somewhat dazed.
"War is about to begin."
Zhao Cheng suddenly said.
"Even the most beautiful dream must eventually wake."
Zhao Cheng sighed.
As he spoke, his expression turned grave. The human aura around him rapidly faded, replaced by a divine nature that rose like the sun.
Nearly a year had passed since the battle over the treasure in Xiang City. A year was a long time—long enough for many things to happen. For instance, Zhao Cheng had successfully reached the pinnacle of the Evolution Sequence, ascending from the legendary realm to demigod, then to god. Now that the Evolution Sequence had weakened, even at its peak, it could only sustain the life level of a god.
Beyond that, the Evolution Sequence could no longer offer any help.
Yet Zhao Cheng had ultimately surpassed the limits of godhood. His spirit had touched upon a realm beyond gods.
His spirit began to stretch toward the past and the future, allowing him to see countless flickering images from more than thirty years ago and over twenty years ahead.
Added together, neither more nor less, it came to exactly sixty years.
Zhao Cheng knew this was no coincidence. There had to be something wrong with these sixty years.
Otherwise, why would it be thirty years of foreknowledge and more than twenty years of hindsight, rather than