The rain kept falling, drizzling, falling on the boy's haggard face, tinging his heart... He looked up at the sky, and there was no trace of the past's agility in his empty eyes. Cold water droplets slid from the corners of his eyes. He couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears. The boy sat in the heavy rain like a walking corpse. His heart was dead. From that day on, he had died... He defeated the Soul Emperor, he protected his tribe members, he lived a peaceful and happy life with his confidantes, and he became an immortal legend of the Douqi Continent, and his life should be perfect.However, this is just a dream, a beautiful dream woven to escape reality.