At the shattered peak of the sky, stood a figure clad in white robes, carrying a fragrance pouch at his waist, his face frosty and devoid of any emotion.
He was handsome, as if untouched by the passage of time, leaving no traces behind.
His long, white hair hung to his waist, resembling silver strands that shimmered brilliantly in the sunlight.
Most captivating were his eyes, which always carried a trace of unresolved melancholy.
Above his head, the Merciless Dao prevailed across the sky.
An inexplicable atmosphere spread.
Heaven and earth grieved together.
Countless living beings looked sorrowful, dreaming back in circles, instinctively recalling their saddest memories, with reddened eyes; some emotional ones even weep silently.
The entire Great Profound Sky was thus shrouded in sorrow.
"Humans!"
"Merciless Dao!"
"You... You are the Merciless Great Emperor!"
