Su Yun glanced at the new grave and, almost without thinking, gave a slight nod.
He could not say why he had agreed. Perhaps it was the inexplicable sense of closeness he had felt when they first met, or perhaps those weighty words about fate had stirred something deep within him.
Tragic Shichen said no more. With a sweep of his sleeve, he took Su Yun and vanished.
Creation and Order exchanged a glance, then flashed after them.
When they appeared again, they were inside the False Primordial World.
Long ago, a devastating calamity had destroyed it. Creation Demon God had since rebuilt the universe, and after countless epochs, life had flourished across it once more.
The moment they arrived, they sensed a faint air of longing throughout the universe.
It reached every corner, carrying an attachment that seemed to span time and space.
They descended toward the world at its center.
Suddenly, a shout caught their attention.
Looking down, they saw Star Demon God and Haotian on a mountain covered in peach trees, gesturing wildly in front of a young man.
The young man had delicate features and sat quietly cross-legged on a floating stone.
His distant gaze seemed lost in a far-off memory. He noticed nothing around him.
"What's wrong with you? We've been talking to you, and you won't even answer!"
Star Demon God gave the young man a shove and said irritably,
"You've been sitting here in a daze for ten epochs. Are you missing someone? If you didn't have the three fundamental Daos of time, Reincarnation, and Karma, we wouldn't have bothered talking to you!"
The young man finally emerged from his thoughts. He looked blankly at Star Demon God, then at Haotian beside him.
"Who are you?"
Star Demon God's eyes lit up. He