In the distance,
Ah Xiang felt a soul-trembling sensation as he saw the towering ancient tree.
He sought the unknown, pursued knowledge, but what he had just witnessed was so profound, so desperate.
The twisting monsters swarmed like a tsunami but were devoured in an instant by the pale yet dazzling flames. Incredibly, new greenery sprouted from the flames, and the towering tree suddenly covered the island, its pink petals fluttering down. Ah Xiang raised his hand and caught one.
Gently rubbing the soft petal between his fingers, he sniffed it and found that its subtle fragrance diluted the briny moisture of the sea breeze, refreshing to both spirit and mind.
Before this, Ah Xiang had encountered sea monsters, seen the great feats of the Transcendents, and touched the delicate craftsmanship of wise artisans. And now, a divine miracle was revealed before him, shattering all his previous worldviews and values.
