The heavens know not their own height, nor do the mountains know how many fathoms they rise.
When all the dust had settled, the former Imprisoned Immortal Temple had already become a heap of ruins; everyone gradually loosened their tense nerves, dazed and shell-shocked.
Li Changgeng's corpse lay in a pool of blood, his neck severed, headless—a scene that seemed like a dream to everyone present…
The most unreal dream of all.
Just then, a sharp crane cry pierced the end of the long night, echoing through the deep mountains with no telling how far it carried.
The dense ashen clouds slowly parted, and in the bright moonlight, a gigantic figure appeared, suspended beneath the sky, revealed before everyone's eyes.
It was a white crane, its crimson crest gleaming like a gem, its long neck black and deep as the night, fluttering feathers shimmering with a silvery brilliance, its soaring call reverberating like a dragon's roar.
