"Glug glug, splat splat, bang bang~"
In the depths of the Demon Forest of the Nine Nether Continent, a lake that had been tranquil for thousands of years suddenly began to boil.
A figure sitting by the lake at this moment sighed gently upon discovering the situation:
"What is meant to come cannot be avoided after all!"
The figure suddenly looked up at the sky shrouded in dark clouds.
With this movement, the long hair resembling withered straw slid to both sides, revealing a crimson eyeball.
At this moment, in Rek'sa's eyes, the dark clouds overhead were suddenly covered by a blood-red sky. He murmured:
"Is there really no other choice besides this?"
A loud laugh suddenly interrupted Rek'sa's thoughts:
"I told you long ago."
"What good is seeing the future?"
"What is meant to happen will happen."
"For the sake of your justice, you've harmed your tribe and turned yourself into a ghost-like being."
"Rek'sa! A thousand years ago, I warned you, never fight fate."
