Shenzhou tells of an immortal: with the power of Inch Force, she could split the heavens.
A feather that had crossed mortal dust for a thousand years; Taixu's Grip held the universe in its palm.
A thousand shooting stars lit the battlefield; the Waning Moon of Death Force shone upon the abyss.
A thousand dragons shattered the heavens, their name forever remembered; Flying Ash Mystic Spirit appeared in blazing splendor.
Her momentum was unstoppable, her spirit heroic; she protected Shenzhou for fifty thousand years.
"She is... the Immortal Phoenix, Fu Hua!"
Heimdall had no idea what the Immortal Phoenix was, but that did not stop him from reading the information Brunhilde had given him.
As Heimdall's voice rose high, the sky above the arena suddenly turned crimson, as though flames had set the entire heavens ablaze!
Gods and humans alike in the arena looked upward, and an overwhelming terror rose within them, as if the world were about to collapse.
The next second, an Eastern divine bird cried out from the flaming sky. A firebird that existed only in myth appeared, diving toward the arena before transforming into a meteor and smashing straight into the grounds.
As feathers filled the air, every strange phenomenon vanished, leaving only a massive crater at the center of the arena before the battle had even begun.
Although Heimdall had mentally prepared himself and fled far in advance, he was still sent flying by the shockwave from the meteor and slammed into the arena wall.
That unlucky fellow... no, that unlucky god was tormented half to death by the aftermath in every battle between gods and humans.
Once the dust settled, the humans and gods finally looked toward the meteor that had crashed into a crater in the arena. It was not a meteor