The trembling sound of the Ancestor Star was like the wailing of a desperate person on the brink of death. The Golden Divine Tree that reached to the sky cracked under the tremors, flowing with molten lava-like sap, which was its blood.
The Heavenly Person's Wedge shone like the Sun over the earth, penetrating the void's mist.
The power from the Third Law was slowly being evaporated!
The ancient tree roared with a rumble, seemingly exerting all its might to welcome the arrival of the Wedge.
Skylark knew this was a sign of the imminent death of the Candle Light Divine Tree, and the instigator of it all was that young man she had once used, whose sorrow and anger were consuming the entire world.
Much like the Qilin Venerable of the past.
"Truly pathetic," she said.
