The slender, graceful ancient figure opened her eyes. After surveying the world around her, she let out a faint sigh. "Ah, I've come too early."
An indescribable, breathtaking beauty spread across the land, enough to change the very colors of the heavens and earth. This was the greatest beauty of the ancient Great Thousand World, a being seemingly adored above all others by the will of the world.
The formless, intangible Spirit of the Luo Water had taken the shape of Luo God, the ancient ancestor.
She had even spoken aloud for the first time, displaying intelligence. No one could help but believe it.
"We, your descendants, pay our respects to our ancestor, Luo God!"
Luo Tianshen, Luo Tianlong, Luo Xiu, and countless other core members of the clan knelt to the ground.
The Spirit of the Luo Water was the product of a fragment of Luo God's true spirit, a means of resurrection she had left behind.
As she gazed upon the descendants of her bloodline kneeling before her, the long years they had endured, from the ancient era to the present, and every memory of them surfaced in the depths of her mind, one by one.
It could be said that Luo God knew of every major event within the clan over the past fifty thousand years.
"Flame Emperor, Xiao Yan."
"Not at all, Senior Luo God, the Great Thousand World needs your power."
The Flame Emperor stood with his arms crossed as he introduced himself.
Luo God had expected to return a thousand years later, after her dao injuries had fully healed.
Returning early could only leave her foundation deficient; she would be unable to return in perfect condition.
But in the Flame Emperor's view, only a few decades remained before the Great Thousand Demon-Subduing Array would