The young man slowly opened his eyes. His gaze still held the resolve and confusion from before death, but it was soon replaced by the unfamiliar scene before him.
The first thing he saw was the woman wearing a Ghost Face Mask that seemed both crying and smiling. Her aura was unfathomable, yet she gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity and heartache.
"Who... are you?" The young man's voice was hoarse and wary. He instinctively took half a step back, his gaze sweeping across the surroundings—the shattered sky.
The bloodstained earth, Shi Hao and An Lan, whose terrifying auras were like those of gods and demons, and Ming Xin, clad in flowing green robes as though he had merged with heaven and earth.
All of it lay far beyond the understanding of an ordinary young man like him.
He vigorously shook his head, trying to dispel the unreal sensation. Memories surged forth like a tide—right, he had done it to protect his younger sister, Yin Yin.
He had been taken away by people from the Feathered Dynasty, who had dug out his origin. After the excruciating pain, his consciousness had sunk into boundless darkness...
"Wasn't I... supposed to be dead?" he muttered, his face full of confusion and a trace of fear. "What is this place? And who... are all of you?"
His gaze ultimately returned to the Ruthless Great Emperor. Though her powerful aura made him tremble, the stirring deep within his bloodline could not be ignored.
However, his instinct to protect his sister overwhelmed everything. He abruptly raised his head, his eyes carrying the stubbornness and plea of a small beast, and spoke to Ming Xin—as well as everyone present who seemed capable of making decisions.
"I'm begging you! Let me go back! I still have a