The universe was vast, with stars set within it in a scattered arrangement.
Brilliant starlight crisscrossed and intertwined. From afar, it looked like four divine beasts crouching across the Cosmic Starry Sky.
Azure Dragon, Vermilion Bird, White Tiger, Black Tortoise!
At the center of the galaxy, at the Convergence of Four Saints, an ancient stone tablet stood in the Starry Sky...
No, it was a fashionable stone tablet fitted with an electronic screen. It had already vanished once more, awaiting its next emergence at the End of the Epoch.
At this moment, only a Shattered Meteor Belt floated silently where it had been.
The [Epoch War], which had lasted a thousand years and spanned dozens of generational changes among Ordinary People, had finally come to a complete end.
As time flowed on, the front pages and headlines of every major Media Group changed without cease, filled with all manner of dazzling news. Mentions of "Epoch Prodigies" became fewer and fewer...
Those born at the End of the Epoch, the generation that had witnessed those most magnificent years, still could not forget the "Epoch Prodigies," yet there was nothing they could do.
Because the news had already reported it: under the leadership of [Origin Chief] Li Qingshan, 101 Epoch Prodigies had collectively set out on a journey to seek Opportunity. At the very least, it would take several thousand years before they could possibly return.
And after returning, they would immediately enter a slumber among the stars, embarking on a lengthy breakthrough measured in tens of thousands of years.
The Legend of Li Qingshan continued, and so did the legends of countless Epoch Prodigies. But those long years were no longer something Ordinary People could witness.
They could only carry those memories that set their blood aflame and return to their