This was a world buried beneath wind and sand.
Yellow earth filled the sky, sweeping in like a blanket over heaven and earth.
Gust after gust of yellow sand rolled with storms, ravaging the land like sandstorms.
It was an age of gloom.
All of a sudden, footsteps rang out in this empty world, where not a single place could sustain life.
It was a man holding the Son of Heaven Sword and clad in a yellow robe.
From the distant edge of the horizon, he stepped through the firmament, making his way here one step at a time.
"Emperor Ming," Xu Zimo said.
"Just keep watching," the Witch-Demon said with a smile.
The man arrived here and gazed into the windblown sand filling the sky.
The earth began to tremble. Witch-Demons crawled out from beneath the ground one after another, then all charged in to kill him.
The man's gaze was calm. Holding the Son of Heaven Sword, his sword intent shook the void, his black hair like thick ink.
With one sword strike, all things fell silent.
The footsteps sounded again, and the man continued onward.
At last, he stopped before a statue.
The statue peeled away, and a massive monster crawled out from within.
The monster raised its head and drew the image of a woman before itself. Then it slammed down with its enormous claw, shattering the image instantly.
The man's face darkened slightly with anger. Drawing the Son of Heaven Sword, he stepped through the air and charged forward.
Imperial Might swept across heaven and earth, instantly capable of flattening mountains, overturning seas, destroying heaven, and exterminating earth.
The monster fell before him.
Yet before the monster's body vanished, it turned into a cloud of Black Mist and merged into the man's body.
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