Rustling...
Within Hidden City, the stone statue inside the City Lord Mansion vibrated, shedding layers of dust, which scattered in all directions like a fog in the deafening collapse.
Zhu Nanzhi waved her right hand, dispersing the swirling dust, her expression indifferent as she observed the scene around her.
Thousands of years passed like the dust falling swiftly, sinking into the river of time, never to be seen again.
Thick blood flowed from the shattered stone statue, staining the fragments on the ground, forming a river inside the palace like the previous Sea of Consciousness lake.
Bang—
A dull bone wing suddenly extended from behind the massive stone statue embracing the Ancient Platform, with a few golden feathers falling, confirming Emperor Kong's half-demon identity.
Hybrid of the Golden Winged Roc and Human Clan.
But with just this identity, no one could discern what actually happened thousands of years ago.
