The memories continued...
"What a powerful curse..." the Heaven Fate Emperor muttered, observing the unconscious child lying within a fading circle of runes. "Is he some kind of Abyss Curse Dragon? "
His eyes narrowed at the boy whose body still radiated faint remnants of divine light and draconic essence, they are fading away. He is loosing both of his bloodline powers. Little Tyler— Bai Xiaochen— lay unconscious, yet he was the very anchor of a curse that had affected even a Celestial Immortal like him.
High above the mountain, Matriarch Feng floated in silence, her gaze sweeping the war-torn terrain below. Her body trembled slightly, not from fear— but from injury. Her once majestic phoenix flames now flickered weakly.
She muttered, "Now that the key to the Bai Family's secret realm has been destroyed, all connections to the outside world are severed. Even if I obliterate this entire mountain, there is no way to breach it."
