On the ancient Eastern Wasteland lay a vast, primordial forest.
The void continuously twisted, resembling a black hole vortex, as two figures slowly materialized. One of them wore plain white robes, his eyes seeming to harbor a starry ocean, imbued with the Chaos Body.
Even truly immortal inheritances experienced their ups and downs. Only the Ye family of the Archaic era had remained evergreen through the ages. One had to ask: which power had not experienced low points, or failed to face catastrophic annihilation?
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