"From this day forth, I shall be... the First Immortal King!"
The grand voice of the Dao spread throughout the Primordial Hall, proclaiming the arrival of an era ruled by an invincible King.
At the end of time's reversal, Su Bai stood quietly.
The scene before him slowly faded away, reverting once more into the barbaric world of the early Primordial Epoch.
Yet his brows were deeply furrowed.
Tianyun... had vanished without a trace.
The First Marquis... had ascended the Throne...
Even time had been thrown into disorder by the outcome of that battle. Someone had clearly done it deliberately...
Su Bai's fingers lightly tapped against the flow of ages without conscious thought.
A name grew increasingly distinct in his heart.
Tianyun!
That frail boy who had watched his sister be taken away, who had struggled through illness and hatred to survive!
That youth without any astonishing talent, who could only rely on nearly self-torturing perseverance and ruthless resolve, crawling and clawing his way upward through blood and mud!
That young man whose gaze had grown ever darker, whose methods had gradually become more seasoned, lurking in the shadows like a venomous snake!
That...
"So that was it..."
At last, the truth unfolded before him!
The doubts that had plagued him before were answered at this moment.
Why had the First Immortal King been both flamboyant and high-profile, yet been judged by the Undying Nether King to be incomparably low-key?
Because the Undying Nether King had also experienced the final battle and knew who had won!
Why had the First Immortal King harbored such bone-deep, nearly crazed hatred toward the elders who had helped transplant his Immortal Spirit Root?
Because this was not the First Marquis at all!
The one who had truly crawled out from mountains of corpses