My name was Qian Jue.
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Long, long ago, the living beings of countless worlds called me an immortal.
Later...
They called me a demon.
In the deserted Hell, a small, thin, Redskin creature hovered in midair. The once-bustling Hell was desolate today, without the slightest trace of life. Only yellow dust filled the sky, carrying desolation as it scoured this world little by little.
No demons.
No ghosts.
Not a single living being, not a trace of any presence.
Qian Jue hovered in the air, remaining quietly there for a long time before finally accepting this utterly desolate Hell. He lowered his head to look at his palm and murmured...
"Where... is my home?"
"My home's gone?"
In the past, no matter how violently the Boundary Battlefield shook,
Hell had never been affected.
But this time,
things seemed different from before.
History had not repeated itself. It had accelerated.
He hovered in silence for a long time, unsure what to do anymore. Hell was empty. There was no longer any place for him here.
After a long while,
he descended.
This desolate city had been built atop a mountain. Though it had long been abandoned and many of its buildings had collapsed, traces of its former glory remained. He stopped in a courtyard, looking at the faint formation patterns on the ground and a slot in the corner.
He raised his hand and grasped at the air above his head.
Soon,
a vast quantity of dark energy gathered in his palm, forming a Level-10 Eerie Stone. With a slight flick of his finger, he sent it into the slot in the courtyard's corner.
The formation patterns lit up.
A breeze swept past his ankles.
The dust covering the