"Jiaxia..."
Fu Qingjun looked at Emperor Xia.
Looking at this towering, majestic being, eyes like an eagle, a steadfast figure standing silently before him.
Even he couldn't help but sigh, remembering the year he sat at the desk, the weak ant-like boy holding a corpse in agony, who had now grown to this level.
"Again, on the desk..."
Fu Qingjun gently raised his head and glanced around.
It was a world of war between light and fire.
Four columns, neatly rooted on the Cosmic Membrane, the newly established world of the four-sided desk, already engulfed in raging flames, the land's space collapsing, citizens weeping in the world, countless praying amidst disasters.
Billions upon billions of beings perishing in despair.
And he himself... had become the "heavenly god" and "earthly demon" who acted against Emperor Xia on that desk years ago.
"As if history is repeating, and I have entered the world of that desk, becoming part of it."
