The heavy clouds above the altar parted as if sliced by a blade, breaking into cotton-like wisps of white. Sunlight poured down, setting the bluestone slabs ablaze with brilliance.
As the last of Wu Tiance’s ashes were swept by the wind past Gu Qinghuan’s hair, she narrowed her eyes. In the air, fine particles of golden light were swirling—like gold dust scattered by a breeze—yet they stubbornly congregated in one spot, attempting to stitch together the outline of a dragon robe.
"The fire isn't finished burning yet."
Chapter 172