This is a world buried by sand and wind.
The sky is filled with yellow earth, covering everything in its reach.
Waves of sand accumulate into storms, rampaging across the land like dust devils.
This is a time of gloom.
Suddenly, in this empty world incapable of sustaining life, the sound of footsteps arises.
It's a man holding an Imperial Sword and dressed in a yellow robe.
He comes from the distant edge of the sky, step by step, breaking through the firmament to this place.
"Emperor Ming," Xu Zimei said.
"Just keep watching," the Witch Demon said with a smile.
...…
The man arrives at this place, gazing into the distance at the sand filling the sky.
The ground begins to shake, and Witch Demons emerge from underneath, immediately launching an attack.
The man's gaze is indifferent, holding the Imperial Sword, his Sword Intent shaking the void, his black hair like dense ink.
With one sword strike, all beings fall into silence.
