She always thought that the lamp was drawing her blood. Smoked for seventeen years. It wasn't until Taotie took away her dragon jade and she followed her brother's warmth into the abyss that she discovered that her name was engraved on the Ten Thousand Dragon Candle, and the top was about to burn. And her brother's name has already been burned into dark red. For seventeen years, it wasn't her who was the one who lit the candle. It was he who was burning it for her. She held her own name and began to light it one by one with her own hands. But she didn't know that the pattern of heaven was spreading to her name. The moment it touched, the lamp lit for her. She didn't choose to light it, it was God who chose it for her. Unless she finished it herself before being touched.
The prince of the Feng clan prepares for death every day of his life. She stood in front of him on the execution platform, the golden flame in her palm lighting up his ice and fire. The Nirvana tree bloomed for the first time in millions of years. But after the flowers bloomed, chaos left a message in his ear: "Your name is not in your own hands."
The young leader of the Turtle Clan sent his shadow to sneak into the Night Palace. When Shadow came back, there was a golden streak in his left eye - that was Chaos's eye, and it was also the eyeliner he inserted into Chaos' body. He can see everyone, and Chaos can see him.
Young Master Zhulong's right hand was cold from the fingertips to his heart. On the day the shadow left, Snow Phoenix's legitimate daughter opened the empty frost box. He put in the last of the melted frost leaves. Two cold hands clasped together. But where the shadow went, no one knew.
On the seventh level of the abyss, Chaos opened its eyes.
She looked down at her palms. Two and a half of the three names have been burned, and the last half is left. The pattern of heaven is only the last centimeter away from her name.
I will order this amount myself.
