"The arrogance to shatter everything... the Eastern Emperor Bell!"
"The might to pulverize the All Heavens... the Pangu Banner!"
"The defense to reign over all under heaven... the Xuanhuang Tower!"
"..."
To think, all of these will soon be mine.
"These Magical Treasures each bear a Mark of the Gods. Although they are yours, their Marks must also acknowledge you..." The voice of the Ginseng Fruit Tree was faint, its final words hanging in the air. "From now on, everything is up to you."
With that, the presence of the Ginseng Fruit Tree finally dissipated.
「A week had passed since the destruction of the Country of Beauty.」
