The Great Cataclysm truly descended in the eleventh year of the Eternal World's alignment with the Cosmic Camp, in spring.
The world no longer had the notion of spring, with various filth and abominations breeding, disasters sweeping, the entire world was already in turmoil. Yet, despite this, the people of various nations have gradually become accustomed to such a world, such a life.
There's no choice, those who couldn't adapt, perished long ago in some disaster.
But on one ordinary afternoon, across the Eternal World…
"Hmm?!"
Emperor Yongxing abruptly opened his eyes, he vaguely perceived some sort of authority gathering, like a great sun rising.
It was blood, a blood-red sun.
"Flesh and blood."
He murmured to himself.
The path of flesh and blood was far removed from his Star Sky Path, and he could not see those branch authorities that belonged to "flesh and blood."
