After leaving his supreme mark upstream in the River of Time, Jiang Yang stepped out of that highest dimension and returned to the mortal world.
High above the heavens, out in space.
He extended his hand and lifted it gently, and the ancient, majestic Imperial Bell flew from the vast sea into his hand.
"Come, accompany me to see Wang and the others first."
The Imperial Bell chimed softly, then shrank into a tiny bell that hung at Jiang Yang's left hip.
He lowered his gaze, sweeping his eyes across the earth below, and sighed.
"Six thousand years, and seas have become mulberry fields. The sixth epoch, too, has transformed amid ashes and flames. I wonder whether that peaceful epoch can ever be seen again."
The sun spanned the sky, casting down countless rays of light. Jiang Yang descended through the air into that radiance and arrived in Cloudsea City in an instant.
At that moment, Jiang Wang stood atop the Solar Tower built in Cloudsea City, gazing east toward the boundless East Sea!
When the five great realms fell, the ocean had more than doubled in size. All the Fallen World beings of those five great realms had become members of the Sea Tribe, and only he and his bloodline could pardon their sins.
Had he not seen it with his own eyes and felt it for himself, Jiang Wang would never have believed that his father had caused all this.
Such vast power-as yearning stirred in his heart, a gentle voice suddenly sounded beside him.
"Son, what do you think?"
Jiang Wang jumped, but surprise and joy soon filled him. That was his father's voice.
Even after six thousand years, he would never forget it.
He turned to Jiang Yang and said excitedly.
"Dad, is it really you?"