บท 1945: Tens of Thousands of Peaks

The news was sent back to Jlato City.

Indiana Ibbot's face darkened as he stood on a distant star. "Has that terrifying being been born?"

"Yes, sir!" replied the immortal peak who had descended to the mortal realm, trembling with fear.

The terror Black Screen Heaven had instilled in the native immortals had seeped into their very blood. 

It had been passed down through generations, impossible to erase.

As for why the Black Screen Heaven had reappeared…

And who had freed him…

No one knew.

Those who did know were all killed by the Black Screen Heaven.

Braydon Neal walked through the wilderness, treading on the dark night as the black wind raged in the sky. 

None of the creatures dared approach him.

The Black Screen Heaven hadn't lived long enough to provoke Braydon!

His appearance had cloaked the Immortal Burial Ground in fear overnight, with one exception—the human race's disciples.