That familiar, beautiful face reminded Jiang Yang of his journey to the Far North thousands of years ago, when he had watched those dazzling auroras.
That little wooden cabin stood on the wild snowfield, gazing into the distance beneath the boundless starry sky.
Stars filled the night sky like an ocean, their magnificent, ever-changing light tracing exquisite lines across the heavens, revealing mystery and wonder.
And the sweet smile of that girl with twin ponytails, sitting on the roof and swinging her legs, remained unforgettable to Jiang Yang even now.
The aurora that night had sparked Jiang Yang's inspiration, and from then on, his path through the Fourth Step had been smooth and level. It was hard to say that the starry-sky realm of the Hymn of Glory had nothing to do with that star-filled night.
Jiang Yang's eyes darkened, a trace of an indescribable expression surfacing in them. He murmured softly, yet his tone was utterly firm.
"Aurora, you will live on and be well."
The momentum on the battlefield shifted once more, and Aurora, who had become an "Evil God," seemed on the verge of defeat.
Perhaps the powerful threat of death had awakened her deepest will to survive. A glimmer lit Aurora's scarlet eyes, only to dim again in an instant.
Yet that sliver of light brought a new change. Her petite body, shrouded in black mist, suddenly blazed with light.
It was a magnificent, mysterious aurora, yet it was stained with a deep black.
Soon, a snow fox a thousand meters long appeared in her place, but her once-flawless white fur was stained with the black of chaos and despair.
Each strand of black fur writhed like a venomous snake, baring fangs and claws as it stirred breaths of sinister malice.
"What is that?"
"Is that