Ye Wudao drew a deep breath and slowly opened his eyes.
The stone chamber was still pitch-black, but his eyes shone.
He walked to the stone bed and bowed deeply before the remains of the forefather Fuxi.
"Forefather, rest assured."
"I will protect the human race."
"And I will uncover the truth of this world."
"No matter what lies ahead, I will keep going."
With that, he turned, pushed open the stone door, and stepped outside.
Sunlight poured in from outside, making him narrow his eyes slightly.
Two hundred years of secluded cultivation, followed by this long conversation with the forefather Fuxi, had wrought an enormous change in his state of mind.
He was no longer the Ye Wudao who knew only revenge and the pursuit of strength.
A heavier responsibility now rested on his shoulders.
And he had a more distant goal.
Ye Wudao raised his head and gazed at the sky far away.
The sky was azure, the white clouds drifted lazily, and the sunlight was radiant.
What a beautiful world.
Unfortunately, its truth remained shrouded in mist.
But that was all right.
He would lift that veil of mist.
Whatever the truth was, he would face it calmly.
Ye Wudao withdrew his gaze and strode toward the exit of the Human Emperor Hall.
He still had much to do.
He had perfected the seventh level of his Intent Body. The opportunity to reach the eighth would have to be sought in the wider world.
His energy cultivation also needed to be restored and improved as quickly as possible.
And there were Qi Yunting, Ye Jin, Ye Anyuan, the First Emperor, Taotie, Ancestor Dragon...
All those he cared about were waiting for him.
Five hundred years was merely a snap of the fingers in the long river of