Once, I received the gift of the Nomadic Giant Divine Tree and learned the true meaning of the existence of the Ghost Mark Star. But the Ghost Mark Star has repeatedly become a puppet for those descendants; inferior only to the creation by Pangu—Nuwa, the progenitor of the Human Race. It is one of the oldest gods, revered within the Dragon Spirit by the world, and a deity once worshipped by the weak and primitive Human Race a million years ago as the Earth Mother...
Now, its consciousness is muddled, its wisdom vanished, leaving only a vast ancestral shell and an instinct for existence. Yet, it still has not escaped the fate of being exploited and enslaved!
Zhu Minglang tightly grasped the Red Crystal Sword. He understood why he so loathed Ji Yuanye, and why he could not forgive the Soul Flag Master!
If even the Mother Earth could be trampled and desecrated, then the existence of beings and beings has no meaning!
Red Sun Sword, Vermilion Bird!
