While Yi Yun was dejectedly looking at the door to the sixth level of the God Advent Tower, hundreds of millions of miles away, another similar scene was happening. There was a long staircase, and a figure was slowly moving up the staircase…
It was a vast piece of land. In the middle of it, there was a large and magnificent altar. This altar was completely black and it was thousands of feet high. The altar’s stone pillars were not smooth, they were completely covered in bumps of various sizes. The bigger ones looked like winding dragons, while the small ones were like the fingers of a baby.
These bumps were not just for decoration, they were bones that were casted into the altar.
From the countless numbers of bones, there was the aura of nomological energy. They were not ordinary bones, they were bones of powerful desolate beasts, or even bones of mighty figures from ancient times.
This was an altar built from divine bones!
In the middle of the altar, there was a long and straight staircase. The staircase emitted a red glow, as if it had been washed by blood.
The staircase led from the peak of the altar to the bottom. It was like a red waterfall that loomed downwards.
A woman’s figure was slowly walking up the staircase as she headed to the top of the altar…
Around the woman and the altar, there were countless numbers of desolate beast gathered on the land. They were all witnessing this scene quietly.
Amongst these desolate beasts, the large ones were like mountains, while the small ones were like ants. There seemed like an infinite number of them as they reached far into the horizon. Even to the ends of one vision, one could only see a dark mass up to the fog in the distance. The figures of the desolate beasts were also hidden in the fog. There was no end to be found…
None of the desolate beasts, be they powerful primordial true spirits or weak common poultry, made a single sound. They were gathered around the divine bone altar in veneration. Their expressions were that of awe, and each one of them appeared like statues.
The woman was wearing a thick, dark red long robe. She held a cane that was about half an average person’s height. The cane was like a sharp pick. The top was slightly rough, while the other end was thin and sharp. On the top of the cane, there were unknown Totems engraved on it.
The long cape hanged down behind the woman and she was dragging it up the staircase. There were Ancient Totems engraved on the cape. The woman’s black hair cascaded down like a waterfall behind her, covering the Totems…
The woman had a slender physique. Her lips were bright red and in the middle of her eyebrows, there were three cinnabar dots. They seemed to add an indescribable quality to the woman’s bearing.
She was like a blooming red plum in the world. Her magnificence was suffocating.
When looking at her, it could not help but make people think of the poem, “The blood that stains the lands avowed, how doth it rival the crimson dot by thy brows…”
This woman was not even in her twenties, and her name was…
Jiang Xiaorou.
She was the most important woman in Yi Yun’s life. Even if Yi Yun was standing here, he might be lost in thought for a moment before he could recognize his elder sister…
Compared to that simple and elegant girl in the Cloud Wilderness, the present Jiang Xiaorou seems to have been reborn.
Step after step, she climbed the staircase to the altar. In the middle of the girl’s eyebrows, there was an inexplicable hint of melancholy. Her steps also began to subconsciously slow down…
Amongst the countless numbers of the desolate beasts, there stood people from the Desolate race. They too were also watching this scene.
“Rou’er, why the hesitation?”
At this moment, a kind and pleasant voice rang in the girl’s ears.
“Nothing, Mother.”
Jiang Xiaorou shook her head gently. The melancholy in the middle of her eyebrows disappeared as a result. She clenched her cane and continued to walk to the top of the divine bone altar.