"In this world, who has never truly been young?"
"The River of Time is like a great wave washing the sands, countless heroes surge up with the tide, each with their own unique color, their own Essence, Qi, and Spirit."
"If one loses oneself, how can one still be called a hero?"
On the empty ground to the side, Jiumu Qing, as the contestant for the second round of the arena, was treating her injuries. Watching the development of the battle in the sky, her heart stirred, and she began to miss the past,
"There used to be rumors that the brutal slave trader Ten Thousand Beasts Immortal Venerate was once a kind, tearful young boy, supported by countless beasts, a radiant and immaculate King of Ten Thousand Beasts."
