Yun Hai stood quietly in the depths of the void, looking down at the boiling sea of people below.
The shouts of a billion people shook the clouds and sky. Even his heart rippled faintly at that pure power of conviction.
How many years had he lived?
He could no longer remember.
A hundred billion years?
It had been so long that he had long forgotten that, in his youth, he too had possessed such burning blood and such sincerity.
Back then, he too had believed that with a sword in his hand, he could cut down all injustices under heaven.
But what happened later?
Later, that legend had leveled the Ninefold Firmament, but only temporarily!
After he left, those powerful figures who had once followed him gradually lost themselves in power.
The old order stepped down, but a new order began once more!
Later, he became the head of the Yun family and learned the truth of the First Layer.
The youth who slew the dragon would eventually become the dragon he had once despised.
There was no justice there, only profit.
No conviction, only strength.
Those lofty existences could reduce countless living beings to ash with a laugh and a jest.
Breaking shackles, igniting hope—before absolute power, it was all nothing more than a joke.
So he learned to bow his head, learned to weigh gains and losses, learned to live like everyone else, for the continuation of his Lineage.
But at this moment, as he looked at those young people with flames burning in their eyes, he suddenly felt a little envious.
They still did not know how difficult the road ahead was. They did not know that the Eighth Layer, the Seventh Layer... every layer held enemies countless times stronger than them.
They thought they could