In this world, there are only four people whom the Vermilion Bird Venerate calls brothers.
The Qilin Venerable is one of them.
A familiar, enraged roar echoed through heaven and earth.
In the eyes of the Vermilion Bird Venerate, a world as deep and dark as the polar night was reflected, where the towering green Qilin was rendered into an eerie blackness; no other creature in the world possessed such ancient majesty. Half of its body was decayed and withered, covered in grotesque veins, perfectly merging life with death.
The resounding heartbeat set off an exhilarating drumbeat.
Like a battle anthem from ancient times.
Behind Huai Yin, a golden radiance piercing heaven and earth suddenly lit up. The descending roots of the Golden Tree and the dark vines wove into a divinely ancient throne, half-real and half-illusory.
The control of the Candle Light Divine Tree was partially taken by Him!
