In the present world, the Great Sun Tomb.
The Dragon Turtle Tribe's suppressing turtle shell had grown countless times larger than before; it now resembled a palace. Leaning against the shell at the neck of the turtle shell, Ji Feixue was resting.
Next to her floated a sword, carefree in the air, with a wine gourd in hand.
At this moment, however, she was disguised as a young master. After taking a sip of wine, she looked up at the pitch-black sun in the sky. The black sun spun and floated, drawing power from the depths of the unknown.
But as it drew power, the Sealed Emperor Great Ancestor was also strenuously trying to slow the flow of power, to prevent it from coming too quickly, lest the master and servant positions become confused.
He wanted to use this power to advance further, yet he did not want to be influenced by the source.
In the distance, Emperor Luan, with the Mountain and River Ding above his head, walked under the black sun.
