In the long chaotic night, the man in black clothes sat cross-legged on the lamp of the era, his wide sleeves were blown by the strong wind, making a hunting sound. He lightly placed his fingertips on the lamp beam, his eyes filled with eternal stars, and the flames of lamps flowing around him suppressed the undercurrent of silence outside the entire world.
Millions of years of reincarnation have changed, and countless eras have been destroyed by dust. Only the lamp in his palm has been burning for hundreds of years, and with the power of hundreds of millions of living beings, it has illuminated the chasm of fate.
He raised his eyes and scanned the depths of the chaos. The sound was like a loud bell, shaking throughout the ages: "In this era, as long as I, Lin Ye, are here, silence will never come again."
