The golden glow expanded further, gradually becoming as dazzling as wheat awns.
People involuntarily looked up.
Su Ming'an's vision was pitch black, silently falling downward.
"Swish!"
The crimson-gold flames burned across the sky, like the twilight glow of a sunset, devouring every inch of the firmament. It spread across the sky, majestic and spectacular.
Within this expansive crimson-gold, a figure suddenly parted the clouds, his hair falling like a waterfall in the flames, as if a deity descending from the heavens. Behind him, the crimson-gold clouds quietly parted, resembling the unfolding of fiery wings.
The clouds dispersed and the rain cleared, revealing clarity in all things.
People involuntarily held their breath.
The man's long hair, reaching his waist, danced wildly in the intense heat and chaos, with eyes as deep as the Ink Sea, calmly gazing at the earth.
