A desolate universe, cold and dark, silent for millions of years, yet changes today.
A corpse suddenly opened its eyes, piercing light shooting through the universe, two beams more terrifying than the Immortal Sword, too sharp.
From afar, like two bolts of lightning bursting in the darkness, breaking the silence.
After speaking those four words, he slowly rose, coldly gazing in one direction, his withered body gradually radiating vitality, showing signs of life.
He had only one leg, the other missing its foot, and was one-armed, very incomplete, hair on his head yellow and withered like wild grass, giving him a very ancient feel, weathered by years.
Buzz!
He raised his sole arm, shaking the universe, then pointed in one direction.
With a boom, deep in the Land of Darkness, a bloody ancient land, an arm moved, suddenly rising into the sky, crossing boundaries, appearing here.
Then, with a bang, that withered arm joined with the old man's body, completing the reassembly.
