The Great River Outside Sigma District stretched from the distance, extending beyond any visible end.
Towering waves rolled in, gleaming with dark golden light. Like a colossal dragon dividing heaven from earth, the river roared ceaselessly across his field of vision.
The sight stirred his emotions.
Qin Siyang stood on the bank, gazing at waves a hundred meters high. He could not help being swept up in the grandeur, his chest swelling with heroic passion.
"'The Yellow River surges westward, cleaving Kunlun, roaring ten thousand miles to batter Dragon Gate.'"
"Such magnificent landscapes inspire poets and scholars to flights of grand imagination. And when later generations see a similar sight, they recite those verses and resonate with the Immortal Poet from a thousand years ago."
Only amid such sweeping grandeur could humans truly feel how small and insignificant they were.
Some believed that climbing a mountain meant conquering it, and swimming across a river meant conquering the river.
To Qin Siyang, those were merely comforting delusions dreamed up by insignificant humans.
Yet those supposedly conquered mountains and rivers remained steadfast, unchanged through thousands upon thousands of years.
Their conquerors, meanwhile, either became mounds of yellow earth or drifted helplessly with the current.
Even though Qin Siyang was the strongest person in the Safe Zone, with astonishing power, he was still only mortal flesh-a man who would die if killed.
Qin Siyang quietly watched the rushing river. At first, philosophical musings about life lingered in his mind, but before long, the waves smashed those pointless thoughts into grains of sand and swept them away with the Great River.
He emptied his mind completely.
The nerves that remained tense and anxious about the future every second of every day finally found a moment of relief.
And amid the phantoms raised by the