Zhou Yan gazed into the distance at the ancient tower that still appeared vague and hazy in his eyes. His thoughts naturally drifted to the Time-Space Soul-locking Tower.
The Time-Space Soul-locking Tower was a place of life inheritance for him and Mu Qingyan.
A place he could never forget.
Seeing this place, Zhou Yan's heart uncontrollably longed for Mu Qingyan.
It seemed that after returning to the bloodline of the Sky Demon, everything had changed.
Like a fish entering the water, it was an indescribable feeling.
The weight of the mountains he once carried had long disappeared, and now, with no restraints, his heart yearned and longed even more.
Perhaps, it was at this moment, facing himself, facing the heart, facing the past and the future, that Zhou Yan realized he had always been so lonely and isolated.
Loneliness and isolation are indeed sorrowful, and when is life ever not this sorrowful and lonely?
"Could this be my true nature?"
"Could I truly be a Sky Demon?"
