The Heavens and Earth Crumble, and the World Is Destroyed
The youth clutched his head, weeping helplessly on his knees. The world's crushing pressure nearly made it impossible for him to tell reality from illusion, while villagers fled in panic beneath the natural disasters, losing their lives one after another.
The youth clenched his teeth. The Saint Clan surrounded the village, the Demon Clan invaded, and the Monster Clan hunted. Happiness Village teetered on the brink of destruction. The pressure from the Heavenly Dao stood against them too. Was humanity beyond saving?
When no one had any faith in humanity, there was always someone willing to give up their life in the final moment of peril, choosing to become a candle that lit the way for others. A faint flame, yet powerful enough to drive away the darkness.
Fang Xing slowly exhaled a breath of stale air. I am Fang Xing.
No. I am Yang Jian.
I am who I am.
The Manifestation of the True Lord Erlang of Xijin Pass.
Half rebel, half guardian, answering the summons but never submitting. My form is boundless, like Heaven and Earth.
I am the one and only True Lord of this age.
