Adam stood at the edge of a mountain, wind tugging at his coat, hair dancing in the breeze.
Below him, the Taiyu Realm stretched out like a painted scroll—valleys glowing, rivers snaking, cities flickering with life.
He popped a sweet into his mouth, hands in his pockets.
"Guess if I'm leaving…" he muttered, chewing slowly, "might as well make it noisy."
He stepped forward—
And vanished.
A second later—
BOOM.
The clouds split open like torn fabric. A shockwave rolled across the realm, setting off every spiritual alarm from the Azure Peaks to the Frozen Lotus Valleys.
Sects panicked. Beasts howled. Old monsters deep in their caves woke up in cold sweats.
Somewhere in a flying palace, a sect master dropped his cup. "He's moving again…"
Meanwhile, a giant lotus bloomed in the sky—no one knew how or why—but it glowed with the words:
"So long, Taiyu. Thanks for the snacks."
A kid in the city pointed up. "Mom! It's the Sky Clown again!"
