As Jiang Yang strode up into the sky, a radiant imprint lit up in midair with every step.
The lilting strains of a hymn suddenly rose between heaven and earth, its soaring melody seeming to heighten the colors of the world.
Behind him, a river of stars formed from light and shadow seemed to appear.
The vast Starsea surrounded him, and he seemed to bear the hopes of an entire era upon his back.
The Hymn of the Glorious Era began to resound between heaven and earth, its grand, fervent song seeming to lie hidden in the wind, yet also to swell amid the wind and snow.
Behind Jiang Yang, nine faint figures cast themselves from the distant, endless Starsea into the radiance at his back.
They were like gods dwelling upon the Heavenly Dao, summoned into the world.
In the air not far away.
The Demon King, at least a thousand meters tall, narrowed his eyes slightly as he watched the valiant human shrouded in radiance draw closer.
He did not take the initiative to strike, but waited instead.
Just as his Sin Title declared, he was Envy.
When his enemy fell short of him, he did not mind letting that enemy display his strength, then destroying him when he was brimming with hope!
Having once led armies of devils across countless worlds, Leviathan's heart had long since ceased to ripple.
Apart from his sworn enemies, the Angels Clan, those "brethren" who had fought them for an entire era, he truly could not imagine how the weak enemies before him could defeat them.
With nothing but this native leader before him, who was merely on par with a Great Devil Lord?
The land of Earth always nurtured life and hope, and he watched Jiang Yang advance fearlessly, his face