A million years had passed.
Yet for Han Ye, the flow of time was irrelevant.
He opened his eyes within the void—a boundless emptiness untouched by space or light. His body, forged from the Ultimate Dao Sovereign Realm, exuded a celestial aura that warped reality itself.
He inhaled slowly. The air… no, the fabric of existence itself trembled at his presence.
"Everything is… silent," he murmured, his voice soft but resonating with unbroken authority.
Memories of the Tian Lan Sect—his disciples, his master, the countless worlds he had governed—flashed across his mind. The Sect's light, once a beacon across multiverses, now lay in ruins.
He rose, indestructible, flawless, every movement precise, every heartbeat in perfect harmony with the Dao.
A ripple of creation energy responded to him instinctively. Worlds obeyed him. But even he felt a fracture—a faint tremor in the root of his creation rule.
His master's fate? Unknown. His disciples? Reincarnated, scattered, powerless, their memories erased. And the ones who betrayed… the shadows whispered of enemies beyond comprehension.
Han Ye's eyes, calm as still water yet vast as the cosmos, focused.
"This… will be restored."
And so, the Invincible Ruler of All Heavens and Realms stepped into existence, the void bending around him.