Phoenix Mountain.
The current Phoenix Mountain had already been razed to the ground, leaving only charred land. Only a tender green Heaven-Wrecking Holy Seed emerged from it and swayed gently in the wind.
There was a person standing with his hands behind his back—this person was Miao Zhen.
He had been standing here for a long time. He represented apology, guilt, and self-reproach.
The battle in the Fantasy Divine Hall finally unveiled the truth from 10,000 years ago. It was only then that he realized how wrong he had been.
He was filled with complicated emotions that were accumulated in his heart, making him look much older.
He had always been extremely proud. Even when he was harmed back then, he had never worn down his pride.
But now… The destruction of his ancestor's skeleton was a heavy blow to him.
"Grandpa Miao Zhen?" A soft and clear voice suddenly sounded from behind.
