Outer Void.
The starry void.
White Marsh walked along a path woven from gathered starlight, arriving before that ethereal, formless voice.
At the end of the path, it saw an altar.
With every step it took, Humanity-Dao White Marsh had no idea how many worlds beyond the heavens it had passed through, nor how vast a distance across the Outer Void it had crossed.
It merely felt a chill creep over it.
After all, that voice had somehow stirred the deepest inheritance within its White Marsh bloodline.
It was as though a thread of distant karma was reconnecting through that bloodline inheritance.
"Who are you?"
The altar was empty. There were no figures, no auras—only a vast, vacant silence, like the extinction of one who had fallen into Reincarnation.
As it looked around, a trace of vigilance appeared in its gaze.
It knew that the Outer Void was littered with nothingness. Those worlds would not manifest there without cause; only through certain fluctuations of Providence and ripples in space could they be detected.
Yet this altar had abruptly appeared here, and it clearly was no simple thing.
"Little friend White Marsh."
The altar suddenly trembled, and a faint, distant voice emerged from within it.
The moment that voice appeared, Humanity-Dao White Marsh felt the inheritance within its bloodline surge even more violently.
"What a Great Epoch. At such a time, this is the age of the Human Path."
"You are to protect the Son of the Human Emperor..."
Humanity-Dao White Marsh's expression changed abruptly.
It looked toward the center of the altar, where a coffin resembling one carved from white jade slowly emerged. From within that coffin came faint traces of Humanity World Providence.
That ethereal voice continued, "I bear no ill intent. He shall be the Human Emperor ordained