Lu Chenzhou turned his head, gazing around in all directions, yet saw no trace of a soul.
Only the candle flame before his eyes flickered, its forms ever-shifting and formless.
"Senior, are you perhaps the Star Lord of Cosmos?" Lu Chenzhou pondered for a moment, then asked.
From within the candleflame, an ancient voice echoed once more: "The Candle Dragon is dead. There are no more Divines in this world. I am but the spirit of Heavenly Candle Mountain."
Lu Chenzhou fell silent. Why had the Evil God of Stars survived, while the Great Wilderness Gods perished to extinction?
He had always thought that, surely, at least one Divine must have lingered on in desperate obscurity to this day.
Judging by the hidden truths he now glimpsed, he found himself wary of the Divine Court's history.
But with the resurgence of the evil gods imminent, and the Three Thousand Worlds altogether devoid of Divine power, this was a grave concern.
