Ten thousand years sealed away, the years barren and silent.
Diyan gazed at the empty walls of the ancient hall, his clouded eyes filled with endless weariness and desolation.
This temple, which had imprisoned him for ten thousand years, was his cage and his final place of cultivation. Ten thousand years could wear away the ambitions of countless powerhouses and dissolve age-old grudges, yet they had never made him relinquish his devotion to the Human Race.
Beirut's supreme might remained vivid in his memory.
The terrifying power of that casual strike back then had crushed powerhouses from the various Planes and slain an Asura. Had the Clan-Suppressing Jade Seal not desperately protected its master, he, the strongest member of the Human Race in Hell, would long since have turned to dust and scattered beyond the Yulan Plane.
He had survived, only to be utterly confined.
For ten thousand years, he had had no one to speak to, no one to teach, and no one to inherit the Human Race's hope.
The Human Race in Hell still clung to life in the cracks between the myriad races. They remained a feeble race at the bottom of the various Planes, slaughtered and crushed at others' will. Whenever he thought of this, endless sorrow welled up in Diyan's heart.
Until seven years ago, when he sensed Shiheng breaking into the Fifteenth Layer.
He had sensed that trace of pure, clean Human Race bloodline, free of all impurities.
More than that, he had sensed the unique soul within Shiheng, one that defied all reason. He was certainly a prodigy with a soul mutation!
Today, at last, he had waited long enough for Shiheng to perfect his physical body and emerge from seclusion successful.
Diyan slowly withdrew his distant gaze and turned to look quietly