"The Epoch Calamity..."
At those words, Yuan Heng's gaze grew distant. He looked toward the boundless stars beyond the forbidden ground, as though he could see deeper secrets hidden behind the Myriad Heavens and Worlds.
Throughout history, no epoch had escaped destruction.
And because the epochs had restarted so many times, few records survived, apart from those kept by the most ancient Kings.
According to the records that remained, history could be traced back only as far as the Primordial Era. Everything before it was blank.
Even a King roaming through space-time could travel back only to the Primordial Era. Beyond that, the Space-Time River still stretched out of sight.
Yet any King who tried to reach an epoch before the Primordial Era would be stopped by an invisible wall, unable to go farther.
It was as though something had severed the ages before the Primordial Era from all that came after!
And the oldest known age was the Primordial Era.
It was said to have been the most glorious age on record. At its height, even a power as formidable as the Demon World could only hide in the shadows, afraid to make a move.
It was a Golden Age without precedent or equal, a magnificent chapter filled with countless mighty beings.
But in the end, the Primordial Era had perished too.
As though this were the Fated Destiny of the Myriad Heavens and Worlds!
Many tales survived of the Primordial Era, but none had ever clearly explained why it perished.
Yuan Heng's expression grew grave. Deep confusion appeared in his eyes, eyes that had witnessed the vicissitudes of countless ages, along with a trace of... barely perceptible fear.
"The Epoch Calamity..."
He repeated those words again and again, his voice low, as though it bore the weight of