Yan Luoluo stood upon the highest stargazing platform in the Divine Realm. The night wind whipped at her robes, and her hair shimmered under the starlight. She clutched the duplicated copy of the Records of Apocalypse in her hands, her knuckles turning white from the force of her grip.
"So... this is my mission."
Her voice was soft, yet it seemed as though the entire world could hear it, causing even the stars to tremble in response.
Chapter 59