"I am willing to call you the strongest!"
The Kunpeng's hearty laughter echoed between heaven and earth, spreading across most of the North Sea.
In the endless darkness between heaven and earth.
Suddenly, a speck of crimson light appeared, like a spark of fire. Then this dot of crimson light became increasingly bright, and eventually transformed into a blazing crimson sun.
Suspended in the pitch-black void.
Within that crimson sun, a young man stood upright with a sword.
Golden light surrounded him, shimmering armor glimmered with thunder, and the crimson longsword in his hand emanated flickering brilliance.
With every step he took...
The darkness around him retreated on its own, as though avoiding the arrival of a divine messenger of light.
Darkness dispersed.
The sun and moon reappeared.
The world was restored!
