Yanfu.
High above the heavens, thunder rumbled.
Crimson and indigo lightning intertwined, casting brilliant radiance and illuminating the outline of a giant dragon.
Seated upon the throne, Cang Lei, dressed in an ornate ancient robe, chuckled. "I came here only to ask you one question."
"Morning Star, do you want to leave this realm?"
Within Starfall Abyss, that star began to tremble. Then, a field of light rose from within it.
Above the abyss, before the giant dragon, it transformed into a massive phantom.
Two pitch-black curved horns towered upward, curling backward.
A crown made of flames, lava, and stars rested upon its head.
Long black hair hung loose, interspersed with a few strands of crimson hair as red as molten lava.
Beneath the hair was an eerie yet handsome face. Its phoenix eyes were narrow and elongated, while two crimson markings extended downward from beneath its pupils, like two trails of bloody tears hanging from its face.
It wore a black robe adorned with stars, and golden runes occasionally lit up across it.
Six pitch-black wings spread from its back. Along the edges of the feathers, streaks of golden radiance flowed from time to time.
Although the phantom only extended as far as its waist, with everything below dissolving into starlight, even this mere projection made Hong Zhuang feel an inexplicable pressure.
She had only felt this kind of pressure when facing Cang Lei.
Even the Throne General had never given her such pressure.
Hong Zhuang was astonished. Could the master of this figure truly possess power comparable to a throne?
This was the king of the foreign race known as the Black Wing Tribe—the Fallen Star!
Facing the phantom of the King of the Black Wings, Cang Lei remained calm. Sitting securely upon his throne, he lowered his