Back to the present.
On the shattered mountain peak, the night wind howled past the cracked rocks and uprooted trees.
Fen Ling stood in the fully activated Dragon Lord Armor, the crimson lines along its surface glowing like living blood veins.
Through the narrow visor of the dragon-shaped helmet, her crimson eyes locked onto the man standing calmly a short distance away.
Eunuch Peng.
No—
Peng Jianwei.
The First Emissary of the Divine Blood Sect.
The Chosen One.
He stood there with an unhurried posture, the dark cube still floating silently around him.
Behind him, far in the distance, the entire capital city was engulfed in a sea of raging flames.
Thick columns of black smoke rose into the night sky, painting the horizon in a hellish glow of orange and crimson.
The contrast was almost surreal.
A quiet mountain peak… and beyond it, a dynasty burning.
