Yellow Millet Rice brings about a vision of the future.
A great peak stands like a sword, towering over the earth.
Terrible dread surges to the heavens as if a great demon is descending, burning half of the sky and bearing down on the man at the focal point.
"Jiang Yuan, if you want to inherit that man's will, I'm afraid you don't have his methods."
A vicious voice echoes between heaven and earth, shaking the rivers.
Everyone is horrified; all the demons retreat as they see a man in red armor walking through the air at the end of the sky, holding a ferocious blade, his aura chilling.
"Lord Demon Pillar has arrived!" someone shouted, as if they had grasped a lifesaving straw.
"Zhou," the man in red armor sneered coldly.
"How dare you speak his name so casually?" The man roared, his terrifying breath like a heavenly pillar, shaking the sky and causing the mountains below to collapse.
All the people desperately fled, retreating to the back, with fear in their eyes.