Old Emperor Qian opened his eyes, one hand forming a Seal, pressing against his forehead. His entire life seemed to flash by like scenes from a lantern.
"Ha, this is the eighty-nine thousand nine hundredth time. Truly, you just won't give up. It was already unchangeable long ago."
The Yang-Keeping Devil floated around, having already given up struggling. No one could find him here, nor could he call for help. This was the Forbidden Land of All Gods. Even if someone guessed he was here, they couldn't find him.
Just like someone once speculated whether the Seven Yin were hidden in a Forbidden Land of the gods, hence no one could ever find them. But this has always been speculation, never confirmed to the slightest degree.
The Yang-Keeping Devil glanced at the current Old Emperor Qian, sensing the aura around him, feeling a surge of powerlessness and despair.
"Who on earth created such a monster..."
Old Emperor Qian floated silently there, counting once more.
