Smoke and dust shrouded the sky, and the earth was a scene of devastation.
Scattered black flames had turned countless rocks into glaze; the central area of Penglai Island had almost become a lava hell!
Were it not for that bright silver gateway radiating a clear, lucid, and pure aura, one might truly mistake this place for one of the levels in the eighteen layers of hell!
Amidst this desolate scene, a single strand of hair flew out from the blood and mire. It hung in the air, shining brightly, proclaiming itself the Sun Goddess of the Land of the Rising Sun!
The sight was truly bizarre!
However, no one dared to show any hint of disbelief. Everyone who saw the strand of hair was gripped by extreme terror; their pupils contracted to pinpoints, and their bodies trembled slightly.
