A bright moon rose above the sea, its light composed of countless tiny points. Each speck, like a mote of dust, was also a Heroic Spirit who had crossed the long river of time. The East Sea was illuminated as if by daylight. The wind and waves fell silent. An unimaginable aura descended upon the world.
Ye Huang trembled. As he stared at the vague silhouettes, fear involuntarily arose within him. These were the Heroic spirits of the Human Race who had died in battle on Demon Sea Island—all of them pinnacles of their kind. Even Ye Huang, recalling that battle from a thousand years ago, felt a familiar terror grip his heart. Back then, on the battlefield… my survival was pure luck! If all these people were to return, it would all be over! No, absolutely not!
A madness seized Ye Huang, his eyes bursting with bloody light. "Stop him! Stop him—"
