"That was a very, very long time ago. When ten nations joined forces to destroy Flower Language Island, they struck with unimaginable speed."
"At the time, I was only a True God. I happened to be traveling elsewhere, so I survived."
"After struggling to survive on the Origin Continent for endless ages, I was fortunate enough to advance from the true god realm to the chaos realm and become a branch master of the Yanfeng Guild Hall."
The stunning woman finished her account, clearing up Yang Hao's suspicions.
He had assumed she was a descendant. He had never expected her to be someone who had survived that era herself.
"There must be other surviving islanders from Flower Language Island on the Origin Continent. But after so many ages, very, very few are likely still alive..."
"Haha, I never expected you to be an islander from Flower Language Island. In that case, come into the Dream Butterfly Ark with me," Yang Hao said.
After all, her word alone was not enough. Once she entered the Dream Butterfly Ark, they would know whether she truly was an islander from Flower Language Island.
However, since Flower Language was still in the Liao Nation, everything concerning Flower Language Island's legacy rested with Yang Hao.
"The Dream Butterfly Ark?"
"What is that?" The stunning woman was startled. Although they had exchanged only a few words, she believed the cultivator before her probably was its inheritor. Still, she asked to be safe.
"In the Flower Language Island Kingdom's final moments, when its fall could no longer be prevented, the Dream Butterfly Arks carried Flower Language Island's last hopes in different directions to preserve its legacy."
"But of those several Dream Butterfly Arks, only the one I obtained remained. That naturally makes me Flower Language Island's sole