In the darkest moments of Gu Jianlin's life, he saw the Sun once again.
That was a figure that unknowingly stood before him, ordinary in stature yet as tall as the heavens, as fierce and magnificent as the rising sun. Her white hair cascaded in the wind, seemingly spanning three thousand feet.
This scene seemed familiar in dreams, as if the first time they met was under similar circumstances. That strongest figure in human history blocked the endless darkness with an overwhelmingly supreme stance, and held up the sky.
She clenched her fist, with a burning Sun in her palm, and delivered a punch!
Still a delicate fist, yet the thunderous noise resounded through heaven and earth!
Sunlight shattered in all directions. Even with crossed arms in defense, the Vermilion Bird Venerate was blasted away like a cannonball. That extreme force spread like fire, nearly carbonizing its noble form, revealing shocking cracks.
