On the other side of the mysterious and wonderful universe is the world scene with a round sky and a square place.
In the center of the boundless sea, there are three overlapping and suspended mysterious continents. A towering sky pillar stretches from the bottom up across the sea and the sky, connecting these three vast and glorious lands named [Three Heavens of Zhuhua]. land.
Beneath the vast seas, there is the gate to hell; at the top of the sky, the temple guards the light of the avenue.
Upward is the path toward light. The suspended pure land [Jingshi Fangtian] on the top of the three continents is baptized by thousands of miles of clouds. It is the most solid line of defense for the [Yitian Su Sect] that protects the Emperor of Heaven and the light, and is also a pioneer in spreading the grace of light.
And beneath the ocean, in the depths of boundless sinking and darkness, filthy soil spreads quietly. The evil spirits and monsters that have been coveting it for thousands of years carefully peer at every opportunity to swallow up the light.
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North Korea, inside the Sumen of Yitian.
In the majestic temple that shines brightly in Kyushu, the Emperor of Heaven bathes in the essence of the sun and the moon, slightly opens his eyes, and slowly looks towards the vast sea of heavy clouds hanging outside the window. Outside the window, everything is turbulent, the misty and vast sea of clouds is spectacular, the light of the morning sun is still warm and gentle, and the world is still stable as usual.
"Um……"
After a while, the Emperor's eyes showed a hint of compassion that was difficult to detect.
"The waves will rise like chaotic clouds, and there will be wars and wars..." The Emperor of Heaven muttered to himself, and a little rainbow light between his eyebrows flickered, as if to indicate that something was about to come.
At this time, the huge door of the temple slowly opened and closed, and the gilded and colorful phenomena were like a rainbow in the foam, shining into the eyes of the Emperor of Heaven.
Outside the door, a divine envoy wearing red-trimmed ink clothes had been waiting for a long time. When he saw the palace door open, he stepped forward gently, bowed his head and asked in a low voice: "Emperor, the time has come."
The Emperor of Heaven came back to his senses, nodded slightly to the ink-clad messenger, then stood up and walked out of the palace. Seeing the Emperor of Heaven moving, the messenger in black clothes followed him, and the two of them walked towards the high platform that awakened the morning sun one after the other.
The long and wide entrance hall of the temple is made of jade, even the steps. The morning glow of Yitian Sumen is as warm and gentle as ever, but also majestic and dignified. When it blows on the steps, it creates graceful and natural ripples like water. And when the white gold rolling robe of the Heavenly Emperor slides by, all dirt and grime will be invisible, and the supreme radiance will wash away them all.
"How many years have I been in power?" On the way, the Emperor suddenly asked softly.
The ink-clad messenger was startled for a moment, then lowered his head and calculated: "It's more than seven hundred years."
"Oh, time flies so fast..."
The Emperor of Heaven did not stop, but the expression on his face became much more complicated, ranging from helplessness to relief. "The troubled times that only happen once in eight hundred years are coming, and I still vaguely remember the scene when the last Emperor of Heaven came to me."
The messenger in black clothes just followed closely behind the Emperor of Heaven, not daring to say anything lightly.
"Don't be nervous." The Emperor smiled slightly.
But his face quickly returned to that unpredictable and complex expression, with his eyebrows lowered secretly, feeling sad and happy, but neither sad nor happy.
"It's just... Manifest Destiny, who will be chosen this time..."
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At the lowest level of the Three Worlds, in a house with a black gold plaque inscribed with the words "Yu Family", the young man who had not yet gotten up suddenly sneezed twice.
"What's going on..." The boy muttered, rubbing his itchy nose sleepily.
An ordinary boy with an extraordinary destiny, shouldering the heavy responsibilities of the past and present, silently chose a new hope in the long and mighty journey.
