Nations rise and fall, and eras change. How could human hearts and feelings be any different?
"Foolish child, you've long understood. You just refuse to accept reality, constantly dragging yourself back into the past, wallowing in misery. If you still refuse to see it, then so be it. If a person won't save themselves, not even an Immortal can help!"
'If a person won't save themselves, not even an Immortal can help...'
These words echoed not just in Yan Hanzhang's ears, but deep within his heart.
His confusion, his pain, his wallowing, his resentment... along with the countless times he had given up on himself, the countless times he had teetered on the brink of despair... and the harrowing agony of forcibly pulling himself back—all of it finally converged in this moment, merging with his surging emotions to form a tidal wave.
The wave crashed and scoured, finally smashing through the fog of delusion in his heart.
BOOM!
