C1163 To st ancestral mountain

Holy Fire Continent.

The battlefield Wasteland had long been riddled with wounds and holes.

War is always cruel, but it is also glorious.

The brilliant Eastern Palace was already covered by a thick layer of haze.

"Woosh ~ ~ ~"

A few days later, two figures appeared in the sky.

These two people were clad in purple robes and held dragon staffs in their hands