A gentle breeze caressed the air.
Xi Mu took a deep breath, as if to inhale the vitality contained in the world into his lungs. The scenery had suddenly transitioned from the Ash Kingdom, and one could immediately feel the surging life force here. The air around was moist and fresh, and the melodious sound of bird songs emanated from the treetops, while the clear river reflected the azure sky.
No wonder the King of Ash harbored a so-called urge to create. Merely witnessing this world at the end of time, yet unable to touch anything, it wasn't strange for the desire to create to arise.
And in that moment,
Xi Mu suddenly felt a familiar presence, but instead of turning to look, he calmly said,
"Aren't you going to strike me down?"
"King of Ash, what is your purpose?" the God of Omniscience asked calmly, his voice void of any hostility or goodwill.
