The world I live in is merely a prison where the Heavenly Dao confines sinners.
To resurrect my fallen Dao companion, I fought my way through countless worlds and eventually struck down the will of "Heaven."
Only then did I discover that the so-called "sinners" were actually heroes of every race.
Our ancestors' blood stained the barriers of time and space, all to protect us, their forgotten descendants.
I became a bridge, connecting the myriad worlds that had been cut off from one another and allowing the descendants of countless imprisoned heroes to see daylight again.
At that moment, the withered parasol tree sprouted anew. I gently stroked its trunk. "Fang, let's go home."
