"This Tree of Fusang is not the one from the Ancient Era."
"Your perception is keen, Patron. The Tree of Fusang only has a lifespan of one hundred thousand years and is reborn with each Broken Era Calamity."
"After reviving with new life, our lineage is also preserved within the Tree Heart; as long as the Fusang lives, the legacy of the Golden Crow shall never cease."
Jin Tianran spoke, a trace of pride on his cheeks.
The more dominant a species, the more prone it is to difficulties in reproduction and lineage continuation.
But the Jinwu Clan belongs to the very few mighty and sacred birds that had long found a way to protect their bloodline, indeed possessing the capital to be proud.
"Do you also not remember... what happened back then?"
Unable to hold back, Mu Yi Hanba asked with a voice almost dreamlike.
He was eager to know the iterations between the Ancient and Near Ancient epochs, what kind of calamity they had brought, and what that calamity was like.
