Far above the earth, fierce winds howled. The tremors and rumbles from the ground below were faint, and death and destruction seemed impossibly far away, yet the deadly struggle raging across the heavens felt close enough to touch.

Looking up, Ji Jue saw a darkened sky, as though gods had descended upon the world, only to wage war against one another. On the other hand, when he looked down, he saw the world washed in white, with everything reduced to the size of ants. 

As those ants ceaselessly slaughtered each other, they screamed and sobbed. From the heavens to the earth, the entire world was in turmoil, with conflict filling every corner. In a way, it was kind of like a chessboard. But what kind of invisible hand was manipulating it all? Who stood beyond the heavens above? Could this, too, have been part of the so-called Divine Mandate?

Ji Jue looked up at the shattered boundary membrane before Jian Yuan, then at the enormous roaring engine beyond it. His thoughts were a mess.

Suddenly, Jian Yuan turned around. Flames rose within his emerald eyes as he studied Ji Jue. “You seem nervous.”

“I am.” Ji Jue lowered his gaze and silently gripped the handles of his wheelchair. “How can anyone not be nervous after seeing all this?” 

Jian Yuan glanced at the wheelchair as though he could see the blade concealed within...