Dong'Er stepped onto the Primordial Origin, treading the soft soil beneath her feet.
The air held no lingering scent of blood, only drifting petals, all white, resembling falling snow.
At a glance, the once green Primordial Origin was now covered in white petals.
But at its center, the petals had long been stained red with blood.
A man knelt on the ground, holding the bloodstained petals before him, sobbing quietly.
The vast expanse of the Primordial Origin echoed with the sound of a man's sobs, full of sorrow, determination, resonating with forlornness and regret.
Dong'Er did not see any enemies, we..... seem to have won, Master.... seems to have won.
But why is the Master crying.....
Dong'Er didn't approach; instead, she watched from afar, then turned away, ceasing to look.
The world's mightiest man shouldn't appear so helpless, nor does he wish for others to see him in this state; he should be magnificent, invincible, hanging high above the nine heavens of the void....
