Skylark had been planning for this moment for so many years. She was originally the most beautiful woman in the world, especially under the radiance of the Candle Light Divine Tree. That enchanting yet holy beauty almost swelled to the extreme, with the wind rising fiercely beneath the tree, her skirt fluttering in the breeze.
Dragon Blood seeped from her palm, leaving a bloody mark on the cracked trunk.
The totems of Dragon and Phoenix alternately spread across the ancient tree.
Visions flooded before her eyes, while the sound of Dragon Roar echoed in her ears.
An ancient desolate city, bathed in the fiery glow of the setting sun, enveloping a majestic Golden Divine Tree. This ancient tree stood at the highest point of the altar, beneath which divine-like men and women swore oaths with their blood, and below them were countless fervent Believers!
The shadows of Candle Dragon and Vermilion Bird loomed in the sky, coldly overlooking the human world.
