The place where Wei Yuan stood was left with only a shard-like giant rock, no pavilion, no woman, and no sound of "Emperor," as if nothing had ever happened.
He looked around; in the distance, the colossal mountain range that induces heart palpitations still lay quietly, the earth full of scars.
In reality, this gray-white world did not exist; it had no substance, no cause and effect, not even an illusion. It had long been destroyed, returned to chaos, and the reason it could be seen was only because he was Wei Yuan.
Everything before him was but the last bit of memory the world left him at the moment before destruction, telling him what the contours of the former Heaven and Earth looked like.
Under Wei Yuan's feet, over a hundred miles of the small mountain range, spanning over a thousand miles, had been covered by the Land of Vitality, completely changed in appearance. At this moment, Wei Yuan stood atop the enormous skull of a giant beast.
