The bright moon hung high, and starlight spilled from the night sky across the earth.
Eight Primordial Ancestral Kings had descended one after another that day. Although Lu Chen and the Barbarian Race's guardian deity, the Black Tortoise Demon Saint, had slain them all,
they were merely the vanguard sent by the Primordial Myriad Races to probe the Human Race's strength. Still more terrifying beings would surely descend after them.
Thus, after a brief surge of excitement, the humans within Jade Lake still felt heavyhearted.
This was destined to be a sleepless night. Once the blazing sun rose tomorrow, the Human Race would face an unknown fate. Could the prodigy Lu Chen and the Black Tortoise Demon Saint stand alone against the world?
Everyone who considered this question felt their hearts grow heavy. The night seemed so long, yet they wished all the more that it could last forever.
At last, dawn broke. A ray of light rose from the distant horizon, crossed the endless void, and shone into Jade Lake.
The crimson rising sun cast brilliant light over the vast earth. Tender young leaves, rippling lakes, and lovely flowers all shimmered beneath it.
On such a vibrant morning, everyone's heart was nevertheless heavy. The Myriad Races Gathering was about to officially begin, and the Ancient Race's peerless experts would soon descend.
Mist veiled a mountain cliff. Dressed in blue, Lu Chen stood at its edge, gazing at the slowly rising sun. He looked transcendent, untouched by worldly dust.
Only Zixia stood beside him. Her purple dress and beautiful hair fluttered gently in the breeze, making her look like a peerless Immortal Maiden who had fallen into the Mortal World.
Standing on the mist-wreathed Mountain Cliff, the two resembled a divine couple as they spoke softly to each other.
"Today,