"Desolate Sky Marquis!"
The Lord of the Future's voice rang through the void and echoed through the Years.
If anyone stood in the future and looked back upon the past, this title would make them tremble and draw their gaze to this stretch of Years.
This was the start of a legend, the dawn of a myth.
It all began with this investiture as marquis. It would all be forged by the Human Race boy who received it.
For now, he was the Desolate Sky Marquis. In time, he would be the Desolate Heaven King...
And, in the distant future, the Desolate Heaven Emperor!
At this moment, the name Desolate was spoken by the Lord of the Future—by Meng Chuan himself. It was destined to accompany the boy as he soared skyward, shining bright in the river of time.
Such was his fated destiny.
Of course, no one but Meng Chuan understood that yet.
Little Nonpoint was simply thrilled. He thought the title suited him perfectly.
It sounded cool. It sounded bold.
"Desolate Heaven Marquis. Desolate Heaven Marquis," Little Nonpoint murmured.
"I have a title! I have a title!"
The little fellow was so excited he wanted to launch straight into a round of Military Fist.
Meng Chuan suddenly found Little Nonpoint's whole manner so strange he could hardly bear to watch.
Why does he look like a monkey?
"From now on, call me Desolate Heaven Marquis!" Little Nonpoint declared, hands on his hips and full of swagger.
Let's see who dares raise their voice at me now!
A youngster's worries came quickly and went just as fast.
Little Nonpoint was back to his usual lively self.
All Living Beings across the Eight Domains were astonished. The master of the Enchanted Cottage had actually made Loves Beast Milk Most a