The ashes falling from the Candle Light Divine Tree are so scorching hot, devoured by the Candle Dragon piercing through heaven and earth. Its imposing dragon body, like deadwood brought back to life, expands inch by inch, its flesh burgeoning so much that the Dragon Scale flips outward, with the opening and closing of the scales composing a symphony of world destruction.
The dimensions shattered like a mirror, the distant ancient city collapsing and crumbling. The bronze pillar standing at the edge of the earth also fell. Only the young man beneath the tree remained asleep.
Even if the world collapses, it seems to have nothing to do with him.
The Candle Dragon Venerable squatted before him, resting her chin on her hand as she intensely scrutinized his face. The wind blew across the stray hairs on his forehead, the charred flesh as delicate as a newborn infant.
