Ten thousand years had passed, and many magical beasts could no longer withstand the power of the curse, plus the corrosion of the black fog and its Evil Energy, eventually leading to their deaths. Now, the only ones still alive were, besides Agul, incredibly just five magical beasts.
Suddenly, they felt that the evil force that had always pressed down upon them vanished. Inside the tomb of Princess Ninth Huang, the wandering magical beasts all leaped up. The five magical beasts, each in human form, had their determination weakened by the millennia, but time seemed to have stopped on their faces.
"Has the master come?" Azi, who once gave birth to the Violet Flame Winged Lion King, was still carrying a violet-red robe, quickly running towards the entrance, her purple hair lifting and trailing behind her as she ran, tears streaming down her face.
Even after ten thousand years, Azi still believed that the master would definitely return.
