In early March this year, spring arrived early. Flowers bloomed and all things revived across Sinovera, and people wore more smiles on their faces, because the tense situation had indeed eased somewhat.
But the vast majority of people have no idea.
This is destined to be a day of madness, heroism, and utter silence!
At Earth's southernmost tip, the ice-covered continent of Antarctica, the Creation-Gods Era's primordial seal has emerged. From the depths of the stars, a lifeform named Lurian has directly sentenced all of humanity to extinction.
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Americonia, southern region.
A burly man, his eyes faintly shining crystalline blue and his features somewhat rugged, now stood a thousand meters above the clouds, quietly gazing down at the city below—he was one of the Gifted Supremes of the extraordinary world, master of water.
He personally witnessed its birth from nothing.
When he was born, the city below had only just begun construction.
"Two hundred years have passed."
"This city has changed so much, I can hardly recognize it anymore." The burly man descended, landing on the lawn of a small detached house.
Detached houses are common in Americonia, and their prices are nowhere near as high as in Sinovera.
He took two steps forward, his voice low: "Airi, maybe this is the last time I'll ever see you."
Carol, the aloof Gifted Supreme, second only to Arthur Rook in power. Yet no one knew that ten years ago, during a brief return, he had a fleeting encounter... Law Realm beings are still human, with seven emotions and six desires.
"We are about to face our final battle."
"I don't know if I'll make it back. Airi, take good care of yourself, and our child." Carol's expression grew even colder, almost frosty, yet in those blue eyes lingered a trace of longing and hope.
But there was no sound from inside the house.
He was a Gifted Supreme.
His authority could envelop half the globe, but Carol disdained flaunting it to ordinary people, and refused to force Airi or their ten-year-old son.
His gaze pierced the walls, lingering for a long, deep look.
Boom!
Carol shot skyward, blasting toward Americonia's assembly point.
Long after, the house remained silent—only the sound of quiet sobbing came from within.
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Meanwhile, high above the clouds, the Fourth Legend, Georgia Allen, lounged and sipped a few of his favorite cocktails, gazing down at the bustling city below.
He was still young.
His grandson had just been born.
With a flicker of movement, Georgia appeared at the door of a hospital room, looking at his exhausted daughter lying on the white bed, and smiled softly: "Demi Allen, my daughter."
"Father, come see your grandson." Demi, drenched in sweat, forced herself to sit up.
"No need to get up." Georgia gently embraced his only daughter, kissed her cheek, and finally took the baby boy handed over by the young man at her side, his smile growing even warmer.
He looked just like them.
This was his grandson.
The newborn had sparse hair, his head tilted, and his large eyes were pure and innocent.
Georgia watched for a while, then glanced at the young man standing nearby, delivering a faint sound transmission: "If you ever mistreat my daughter, I will not forgive you."
With that,
Georgia turned to look at his daughter lying weakly on the bed, and smiled gently.
This journey was fraught with danger, life and death uncertain, but Georgia said nothing of it... He simply didn't want his daughter to worry needlessly, especially when she was so weak after giving birth.
"I'm leaving, Demi," he said softly.
"Father, go on and take care of your work." Demi forced a smile; she knew her father, a Law Realm powerhouse, must be busy. Yet she had no idea that this journey to Antarctica would be a nine-deaths-one-life ordeal.
Georgia opened his mouth, wanting to speak but stopping himself.
He left, truly left the city behind, heading toward the assembly point.
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Imperial Capital, Exquisite Heart Sect, Sinovera.
Venerable Thundercrest stood with his hands clasped behind his back, atop the waterfall.
Beside him, Chloe Ling tilted her head, unable to understand why the old man seemed so grave, as if he wanted to entrust something to her—a mood with the flavor of a final farewell.
The atmosphere grew heavier by the moment.
The pitch-black night sky seemed to be interpreting something; Chloe Ling hesitated, wanting to speak.
But unexpectedly, Venerable Thundercrest suddenly teased, "I don’t think you’ll ever grow any taller. You’re in the 'in my lifetime' category."
"Pff!" Chloe Ling flared up, rolling her eyes fiercely. "I’m already one meter fifty-six! In three years, I’ll definitely be over one-sixty!"
Three years, huh.
Venerable Thundercrest looked at Chloe Ling and smiled. Everything that needed to be entrusted had been entrusted; all his martial insights and teachings were left in the sect. It was time to depart.
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Far North of Sinovera, a land of ice and bitter cold.
Law Realm beings live long lives—Supremes can reach eight hundred years. So for most, parents and spouses have long passed, leaving only descendants to carry on the bloodline.
However!
Some Law Realm beings are utterly alone.
On a cold, dimly lit street, a middle-aged man clutching two or three cans of pungent white liquor looked about fifty or sixty, but in truth had lived over one hundred eighty years... He was one of the Venerable Saints, without children or sect to belong to.
Alone, solitary, utterly by himself.
Silent, wordless, the dim light shining on him.
On this land, there was nothing and no one left for him to care about. Time had washed away all the beauty he once possessed; now, he existed alone in the world.