Luo Tian felt as if he had returned to thousands of years ago, at the moment he saw the silhouette of inheritance.
At that moment, even though he understood it was but a shadow of the Tenth Realm, incapable of harming him, he still felt fear.
Back then, he was of the Seventh Realm, having just qualified to traverse the starry skies, his spirits high.
It was also then that he realized he had only been seeing the sky from the bottom of a well; beneath the stars lay even more fearsome mighty beings.
With a mere wave of their hands, stars would perish.
With a single breath, all life would be extinguished.
Thousands of years later, he had reached the Ninth Realm and had even walked far on the path of the Ninth Realm, thinking he would not be as timid as he had been thousands of years ago when facing the Tenth Realm, thinking he was entitled to face it directly.
