"These old bones of mine should have died long ago. But I truly want to see what lies at the end of fate!"
Uncle Meng spoke slowly, a trace of acceptance and unwillingness in his voice.
He knew the state of his body all too well. He was like an oil lamp about to go out, liable to vanish from this world at any moment.
Yet one obsession remained in his heart: even in the final moments of his life, he wanted to seek that unknown end and see where this Heaven and Earth Tribulation would lead.
"Promise me. When this era ends, don't save me again. Just let me—"
Uncle Meng's voice faded, as though swallowed by the oppressive air.
Their conversation in the Dao Land came to an abrupt halt. A heavy silence settled over the entire space.
It was the stillness before a storm.
"Heaven. How many years has it been since I dared come here?"
After descending upon Heaven in a manner that shook the world, the Evil Emperor planted his feet on its vast, mysterious land.
He slowly closed his eyes and drew a deep breath. His chest rose and fell sharply, as though he meant to take in the very breath of this world.
An indescribable feeling washed over him. Compared with his Evil Abyss, shrouded year-round in sinister energy, this world was paradise.
Vitality filled the air. Every breath seemed to pulse with life as it brushed his skin, bringing a trace of warmth.
More astonishing still were the vast waves of the Grand Dao surging around him like invisible torrents. Each carried endless mysteries, as though telling ancient tales of the world's creation.
"What a fine world. A pity it'll soon be destroyed."
The Evil Emperor opened his eyes. Greed, regret, and,