She raised the Totem bone cane high up with her hands. Her wide sleeves drooped down, revealing Jiang Xiaorou’s white porcelain arm. It was extremely eye-catching against the contrasting red clouds that covered the sky.
Wu Wu…
A violent wind began to blow.
Jiang Xiaorou’s long hair and red long robe were thrashing in the wind. A vast, bleak and chilly aura spread throughout the lands almost instantly.
All the desolate beasts began to tremble when the aura surged over. They seemed to sense something as they began to raise their heads and looked towards the divine bone altar.
The sound of the wind grew louder and more intense, to the point that it sounded like thunder!
The red clouds were rolling in the wind, like a tidal surge.
In the midst of the violent blowing winds, the cape behind the girl, who stood alone high up on the altar, fluttered. Her cane was pointing to the skies, as if she was commanding the wind to fly her up to the clouds.
Hum Hum Hum!
The endless red clouds that extended tens of thousands of miles began gathering towards the divine bone altar under Jiang Xiaorou’s actions. A giant red swirl formed in the clouds as endless Power of Desolates gathered within. It formed a violent energy sea!
At this moment, Jiang Xiaorou’s expression was solemn. Her blood seemed to turn hot from an ancient beckoning.
The three cinnabar dots on her forehead began to glow. High in the air, the red clouds converged and began to swirl down towards her. From afar, it looked like there was a huge funnel in the sky.
Jiang Xiaorou began to sing the ancient scriptures of the Desolate race. The syllables of the scripture condensed into bright red textual charms. They circled the surroundings. The Totem on the bone cane in her hands seemed to have come alive as well.
Finally, the red clouds in the sky fell onto Jiang Xiaorou’s slim body. Her pretty but small figure was engulfed by the endless color of blood. The bleak and chilly aura that flooded Heaven and Earth also changed as an awful atmosphere replaced it
The desolate beasts surrounding the divine bone altar could not help but lower their already prostrated bodies. They seemed terrified by this immense power.
The red clouds became more and more turbulent. In contrast, Jiang Xiaorou’s figure was weak and slender like a feather.
Despite being shrouded by endless amounts of Power of Desolates, Jiang Xiaorou’s eyes still remained very calm.
At this moment, she was neither thinking about the Desolate race, nor was she thinking about the ancient bloodline within her that was about to be awakened. She was recalling bits of her past.
Previously, in the Cloud Wilderness, she had lived the life of a poor lass. She worked hard daily and even worked late into the night. Despite doing so, she still had to worry about food.
Such hard times were completely unbearable. However, when she recalled it, there was that tiny bit of happiness…
Back then, Yi Yun was her everything. He was the spiritual sustenance she used to carry on living.
She was happy for Yi Yun when he grew. She had been overjoyed when Yi Yun became a member of the Jin Long Wei.
She had originally believed that she would live a blissful but ordinary life as she watched her younger brother become successful. Although she wanted to silently support him, fate was ever so bizarre. There came a day where she stood on a divine altar, surrounded by endless hordes of desolate beasts, burdened with a mission that felt so distant and unfamiliar…
She had obtained a supreme status, but this was not what she wanted.
Now, while standing on top of the altar, the only thing she could feel was an indescribable feeling of loneliness…