His hair, flame-like, appeared to be ablaze.
On his just and resolute face, flame patterns and marks were distinctly visible.
One of the two Supremes of the Primordial Star, the Flame!
What had happened?
Why did the Flame want to kill Number 4!?
Pa! Like a sudden power outage, the memories blurred and passed in an instant.
The jade carving light ball faintly displayed the number 3.
It felt as if he was in a world blanketed in white.
Boundless high-dimensional energy pervaded the space, an existence not inferior to that of the Primordial Star...
The time and spatial sub-origin were arranged, the laws of the innate great path deeply ingrained in his mind. He felt as if he were a part of the high-dimensional cosmic...
Before him, a woman with flawless wings on her back appeared, a pure and beautiful smile adorning her face, yet the purple-red cinnabar between her eyebrows sent chills down his spine...
The Sky race!
