However.
Su Chen had set everything aside to hold a vigil.
He let the world fall to chaos.
Countless conflicts raged.
And his own actions—destroying the Black Abyss and sweeping through the world—had caused a tremendous impact.
"Jie."
'It seems that in these chaotic times, it will be harder than ever for you to break free from your Fetal Confusion.'
But in just half a year,
inside Jie's coffin,
seven of the Nine-leaf Lotus's petals had withered.
In this broken, turbulent world, he had died seven times while still a babe in swaddling clothes.
「Tenth Year of Xuanlong, the third month.」
The snow and wind were still falling,
blocking out the sky and sun.
It swept across the entire world: the territories of the Human Race, the Endless Sea, and the Demon Monster Mountain Range.
On this day, Su Chen descended the mountain.
