White robes fluttering, he sat beneath the peach tree, a few peach blossoms resting in his silver hair.
A ring of divine runes shone with dazzling radiance, facing the Divine Stele atop the Divine Mountain from afar. His refined, peaceful face looked rather delicate.
As Su Mo grew, his spotless white Confucian Robe continually adapted to his body. A faint rosy glow fell upon the jade-white robe.
Now, Su Mo looked like that bright moon... quiet and easygoing, pure white and untainted.
"My little brother is so handsome!" Yuan Yuan Remnant Soul gazed dreamily at the jade-white Su Mo and spoke softly.
Su Mo slowly rose and nodded in response to her words.
"After all, I am your... little brother."
Yuan Yuan Remnant Soul stepped slowly forward, drew another Divine Seal from her robes, and held it out before Su Mo...
"This is... my Divine Seal."
Yuan Yuan spoke softly, as though she were mentioning something inconsequential.
"I can't leave the Divine Mountain, and I can't go out with you to help, so let it keep you company..."
Su Mo looked at the Divine Seal and slowly reached out to accept it. His lips parted, but no words came.
Yes, she had died long ago, ten thousand years before. To protect the peach blossoms, she had used her young body to withstand the world-toppling calamity.
Only to wait for her little brother had she let the Divine Stele imprison her divine soul and keep it from perishing.
Resisting that world-toppling calamity was the Divine Race's mission, and seemingly its destiny as well.
The Divine Race of tens of thousands of years ago had been so, and so had she. Now, Su Mo was the same...
Perhaps fate had arranged everything long ago. Otherwise, how could his own appearance be explained?