The Old Furnace was lost in thought, looking around bewilderedly. Where is this place?
A figure that shouldn't have appeared—why is it standing ahead?
Thousands of years' worth of time could have wiped out every hero under the sky, burying the world's most formidable figures completely without trace.
Even the so-called grand eras, those mighty individuals who looked down upon the Night Fog Sea, struggled to cross the Heavenly Chasm of lifespan.
The Old Furnace's first reaction was that its own memories and cognition must have become distorted.
How could it possibly see a figure from eight thousand years ago in this era?
The Old Furnace was greatly shocked. The engravings on its cracked surface rapidly lit up, clearing the dust from its heart as it meticulously examined the silver-haired woman in front.
There should be no mistake; it's that familiar, stunning face, with an aura so transcendent, the elegant tilt of her head, the curve of her lips, all exactly as before.
