Divine Miracle of the Era

At the summit of a mountain in the dead of night, frost covered Lei Mo’s white hair. His eyes were restrained and distant, as if he had seen through the vicissitudes of life. Though the old man was weary to his very bones, a sword still hung from his tilted topknot. He wanted to see the bearing he had possessed in his youth.

For forty years, the Three Clans had ravaged the Xuanyuan Continent, slaughtering hundreds of millions from the Bone Clan, Ghost Clan, Demon Clan, and others. Hatred flickered in Lei Mo’s eyes, but all he said was, “Fools.” He had wasted seventy years doing nothing, unable even to protect the ruins of his homeland. Lei Mo clenched both fists. Hatred shone in his eyes as his body trembled and his breathing quickened.