Cosmic Cycle: The Crane Spirit Tree That Ushered in the Age of All Spirits' Annihilation

Far away.

Atop a mountain of shattered rock, Tuo She stood respectfully to one side, his four arms hanging low. His skin was a deep silvery gray, and a cascade of jet-black hair grew from the crown of his head, swaying gently with his movements.

His brows were thick and sharp, like two mountain ranges rising slightly upward, revealing confidence and decisiveness.

His nose was straight and powerful, his cheeks flat and firm, their lines smooth and free of any excess flesh. His entire body exuded an air of ancient hardship and majesty.

A trace of doubt flickered in his sharp eyes. Before the Immortal Venerable stood Human Race Immortal Puppets, male and female alike. Their cultivation levels varied according to the quality of their Evil Marrow Crystals. Expressionless and silent, they did not utter a word.

Ahead.

Chen Xun's black hair fluttered as he looked quietly upon those incomparably familiar faces. A gentle smile rested on his lips, as though he were lost in remembrance, while faint traces of vicissitude appeared at the corners of his eyes.

His throat kept moving, yet in the end, he said nothing. It all ultimately turned into a faint smile.

He was merely using some shabby means to look at them once more, to deceive himself once more...

Chen Xun sat cross-legged on the ground, his eyes as still as an ancient well as he gazed into the distance. He spoke softly, "Tuo She, now there are only the two of us. Why is it that, all these years, whenever you see my third sister, your heart trembles so? You may tell me."

"There was naturally a reason I sought out such an ancient being as you."

"Immortal Venerable..."

Tuo She's heart shook. He slowly raised his head, self-mockery surfacing in his eyes.