Even the Wings of Freedom · Ethereum have failed; he does not intend to enter this world himself.
His Fortune now is an "Infinite" symbol, giving him the means to fathom another Celestial Dao's situation.
With a thought.
"Swoosh——"
A Gilded Celestial Derivation Volume manifested from the void, its pages fluttering without wind. Countless profound Dao patterns flowed on the cover, finally settling into a line of slowly decaying text:
"Another me has crossed into an unknown Forbidden World..."
"Its name — Black Iron Realm."
"By the time I was born, it was already three thousand years after the Great Cataclysm, and the prosperity of civilization had vanished."
"I truly miss the era my elder brother spoke of, though he never witnessed it himself."
"At six, I would curl up within the cracks of ruins, deciphering those long-unused ancient characters by the dim white light seeping through the iron dome."
