Atop the giant mountain.
The Human Emperor stood with hands behind his back, gazing down at Qin Wudao for a moment, then looking around at the heavens and earth, his deep eyes filled with longing and reluctance.
At this very moment.
His figure had become incredibly thin, as if a breeze would turn him into a wisp of smoke, dissipating with the wind.
He was about to disappear.
"Qin Wudao, I entrust the human race to you..."
After a while, the Human Emperor's body turned transparent, eventually transforming into countless light spots scattered across the sky, disappearing completely.
From now on, in this world, there would be no more Human Emperor.
His story began in that small mountain village, painting out the future of the human race, yet failing to write a complete conclusion.
And as he falls completely, an entirely new era for humanity is about to unfold.
"Boom, boom, boom..."
The sound of footsteps echoes as Qin Wudao's figure appears at the mountain top.
