The clouds shifted and changed a thousand ways, now surging like mighty waves, now still as a serene beauty.
Every change was unpredictable, yet each brought greater beauty and awe.
The rich energy of heaven and earth drifted and flowed among the clouds.
If an ordinary human could reach this place, even a single breath would extend their life by ten years.
But for an ordinary human body, absorbing too much of this energy would be no blessing—because it was divine power.
Long, water-blue hair fell like a waterfall.
If not for his towering build and broad shoulders, someone seeing him from behind might have mistaken him for a woman.
His handsome face looked to be in his twenties, with a pair of deep-set eyes.
His gaze seemed empty, yet also as if it held all things beneath heaven.
The occasional flash of purple in his eyes was enough to make one's soul tremble.
For an instant, it seemed to hold the fleeting splendor of life, then the sensation of life and death falling into stillness.
Yet this man now looked utterly miserable. "God of Destruction, Goddess of Life? Why?"
A purple figure and a green figure approached in silence, unwilling to say a word to him.
In the distance, a pink radiance instantly swallowed two figures, one black and one white.
Time flew by. Six years later.
Sun Moon Empire, Ming Capital, Mingde Hall.
Black-and-white flames shot into the sky. The figure within them stretched lazily. "Good and Evil Twin Flames?"
"Wouldn't Yin and Yang Twin Flames be a better name?"
As the flames faded, the figure of a little boy gradually appeared.
The six-year-old boy looked as if he had been carved from jade.
His rare, wine-red hair was like rich, mellow grape wine.
Faint flames glimmered in