C1861 Nine Transformations of Life(1)
This was the second time Chen Ping had seen that figure. The last time was long ago, during an era that felt like the dawn of time. Back then, Chen Ping was deeply moved, his blood running hot with excitement.
The figure was clad in a golden chainmail armor, wearing cloud-walking shoes, and a crown adorned with phoenix wings. He stood with his back to the world
