In his soul, that mysterious light once again shone brightly, countless hazy misty lights, like rivers, merged into his soul, numerous scenes emerged in his spirit, light and shadow intertwined, brightness and darkness echoed, flowers and grass swayed, unaware of when it began, he was already standing in an endless sky, the scorching sun like fire, the breeze like incense.
An invisible will told him that this was the primordial epoch, the era of the "Utterly Evil Ones".
Gazing afar, mountains and rivers, smoke from the hearths of people, this was the flourishing ancient humanity.
Rod looked farther, saw vast fields, saw wide roads, saw countless giant cities, and saw the orderly and mighty knights, saw them battling giant beasts, the shining mystical energy of the great swords easily slaying them.
