A few days ago.
Outside the Star River, Zhou Wuliang stood on a desolate planet, ancient beyond measure, with not a trace of life on it.
The entire planet had been drained of life by some terrifying force, completely dead.
He squatted on the ground, grabbed a handful of yellow soil, and his eyes were full of nostalgia.
"Fate plays tricks, having planned to turn into a handful of yellow soil, I didn't expect to meet this child..."
"It seems now is not the time to join you; those children are so eager for me to live, if I really closed my eyes and died, I'd probably be revived by old fellows down there scolding me."
Zhou Wuliang muttered to the handful of yellow soil.
"All good kids, afraid I'd worry, haven't told me anything, thinking just because this old man left the Ancestor Star, he knows nothing..."
"Alas, the Tri-Deity Cult is truly bold, daring to move against those of us from the Heaven-Reaching Lineage..."
