Qingwan doesn't know where to go
Tears break the soul of the red candle dream, a strand of black silk is still floating. The red dust book of the Si Ming Hall shone with bursts of golden light.
Suddenly, the heavens and the earth seemed to be torn apart, and the red light was flourishing, projecting on the immature body of the girl who was about to die. The golden runes seemed to awaken on her body, hovering over every inch of her skin, and the bursts of Sanskrit sound turned everything around her into powder in an instant.
The soul passed through the dream of the red dust of the mortal world and condensed into a physical entity on the floating river.
"Welcome to the return of the God of War, and the Three Realms will not be afraid of foreign invasion in the future."
"Congratulations to the god of war on his safe journey."
The gods floated on the river in a white robe, and all three sentences were to celebrate the teenage girl on the river.
She was still a clear appearance at this time, but she was wearing a golden battle armor and red battle robe, and the long blade in her hand trembled slightly, intimidating all living beings. Tears actually dripped on the tip of the knife, and she stared at everyone without saying a word.