Twenty-two years later.
The ruin of what was once Celestial Yang City was now overgrown with various grasses, some trees sprouting among them, broken walls and remnants seemingly about to be overtaken by the forest.
This is the great power of creation, regardless of the species or the brilliance created by living beings, when civilization falls to ashes, creation will naturally weave a brand new future for it.
The heavens are unfeeling.
Outside Celestial Yang City, a small river flowed under the moonlight, its waters clear, two wild rabbits ran to the riverbank to drink water, and after they drank, the male rabbit tenderly licked the female rabbit's fur.
Suddenly, beneath the river, something seemed to turn over like a crocodile emerging—
The two wild rabbits were startled and were about to flee, but next they were hit by two water arrows, and both met their death.
