The magnificent sight was so overwhelming that the moment Song Ciwan laid eyes on it, she involuntarily broke out in goosebumps.
An indescribable emotion surged within her, accompanied by the resounding cries:
"From this day forward, the Human Race will no longer refine Golden Cores, but train only ourselves!"
"Even if the heavens fall and the earth shatters, the Jian Wood is toppled, and the path to immortality is severed!"
...
Song Ciwan's heart churned with emotion. She watched as, under the sky of that distant era, a giant blade of flesh and blood formed by the Human Race came crashing down.
Before the giant blade stood the sky-reaching Divine Tree, which had been there since time immemorial, silent and still.
Though it was silent, it seemed to weep in sorrow.
The Divine Wood had a spirit; how could it ever be willing to sacrifice its own life?
