Wujia and the others, who had left the God War behind, arrived outside the world for the first time.
The throne fashioned from that Godhead carried them deeper.
Along the Thousand-Wind Ancient Road, toward an unknown world.
The people of the Salvation Hall of Fame detected this thing that had suddenly appeared, and Ku Rong went to investigate.
Holding half a Withered Leaf between his fingertips, life and death flowing through it, Ku Rong followed its trail all the way to the throne.
A familiar yet unfamiliar aura clung to the towering pavilion. He tried to break through its defenses to investigate inside, only to be repelled by the protection enveloping it.
"This kind of power... perhaps I could ask the Chief."
"Don't ask me. It'll open when it's time. Don't come to me for everything. I'll have plenty to keep me busy next."
A languid voice drifted by his ear, its sleepy yawn heavy with exhaustion.
"Come back. This upheaval isn't over yet. Don't get swallowed by those surging Thousand Winds."
Ku Rong stared at the pavilion for a long while, but ultimately could only return empty-handed.
Another unknown stretch of long ages passed. The Sea of Stars where the God War raged had long since been shattered by the endless conflict. Chaotic, dangerous remnants of energy filled every corner, like a Void that had been utterly torn apart.
The Three Gods' Godhead, too, gradually wore down and shattered, becoming utterly ruined from its original dazzling, magnificent form of flowing radiance.
If it had once been a unique masterpiece, every contour and every inch of luster exuding the utmost beauty and divinity, it had now been reduced to a pitted, unrecognizable lump of stone.
It was even more irregular and broken than stones washed by rivers and seas for