"Ye Lin, Ye Lin, hahaha! A blessing for the Human Race, a blessing for the Human Race! I knew it, I knew it! The fate of our Human Race has not yet been completely severed. I knew it!"
Atop a towering mountain peak, a man in black sat cross-legged at its summit. Heavy snow fell all around him, while gusts of astral wind roared chaotically through the air.
Every gust possessed the power to slay a True Immortal, yet each one mysteriously vanished just before touching him.
At this moment, he clutched a broken Compass as tears streamed down his face, staring at the golden ranking list above. Drop after drop of tears fell as he threw back his head and laughed wildly, as though he had gone mad.
"Hahaha! Just wait, just wait! Sooner or later, you will be called to account. Sooner or later, you will be called to account by Ye Lin, the peerless genius of our Human Race!"
"The death of the Human Emperor, the hatred borne by the Human Race for countless millennia—this life will see it all settled once and for all! Every last one of you will be unable to escape! You who bear the final vestiges of humanity's destiny, you will once again show the world the glory of our Human Race."
The man in black hugged the Compass and wept without cease. Between heaven and earth, only his sobs remained.
From then on, Void Burial fell silent once more. Every prodigy became a true old schemer, each hiding in places no one would ever expect.
During the first three days, those who did not know their place, those who tried to defy fate and change their destinies, and those brimming with blind self-confidence had all been eliminated. The ones left all