"The projection mirror is still in your hand, and once I go out, you'll be able to see your homeland," Huang Yi said as he left the Heroes' Prison and stepped onto the vast Dandelion Plains outside.
Afterward, he took out his projection mirror and shone it on the expansive Dandelion Plains, where countless dandelions floated in the air. Instantly, the image was cast before Slark inside the Heroes' Prison through the small mirror.
Slark immersed himself entirely into the projection mirror, the floating dandelions flooding his vision, his gaze grew dull and misty. As he watched the dandelions, it seemed as if his eyes pierced through the vast river of history, through the merciless passage of time, reaching the Ancient Era.
Back then, he was a normal human, an ordinary man laughing and frolicking with his beloved woman among the sea of dandelions. The golden morning sun once bathed their snuggled figures, and perhaps the red sunset had once lit their way home.