Something came from the city, and Lila Ni looked at it unconsciously. They were light and fluttering feathers, radiant and brilliant, just like they were just a moment ago.
This scene seems familiar, and old memories come flooding back.
Many years ago, she had seen this scene when she followed the third elder back from visiting friends at Xie's house. At that time, Yunqi also raised embroidered birds, with feathers of five colors and as delicate as silk. When a group of tattooed birds soared into the sky from the floating island, they looked like a colorful cloak left by an immortal, which was the prototype of Jinghong.
And when the floating island died in the fire, the tattooed bird lost its land, and the scattered feathers were flying like snow and flowers, just like at this moment, and countless mechanisms condensed into an ugly iron stone.
In an instant, the present and the past intertwined, Zhonglu and Yunqi merged into one, Lila Ni's expression instantly became very terrifying, and the Tianxin Sword clanked.
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