He looked down at the ground beneath his feet and murmured:
"In the past, I asked the sky for rain and the earth for food."
"Now - I am the sky! I am the earth!"
He carefully hid the wheat grains in his pocket and walked down the mountain.
Every step was taken with great determination.
And behind him, in the hollow of the old tree, the dim light flashed again, then completely extinguished, as if it had never existed.
The mountains and forests are silent except for the sound of rain.
But the gears of fate were already turning at this moment.
What Liang Yunfeng didn't know was that the runes on that gold coin once belonged to an emperor who ruled all realms thousands of years ago.
And that armor phantom was the emperor's last obsession.
Space never truly sleeps.
It's just waiting -
Waiting for someone who can inherit its will.
Now, it's time to wait.
The rain gradually lightened up.
On the horizon, the first ray of morning light pierced the clouds and fell on Liang Yunfeng's back.
He didn't look back.
He knew that the farmer who was drunk and lying in the mud was already dead.
The one who survives is the one who holds the world in his hands and changes his destiny against the will of heaven——
The Awakener.
