The geology of the desert was forcibly corrupted. Ancient trees, decayed and towering, erupted from the ground, enough to cover the sky at a moment's notice. Their twisted branches were like withered hands of the despairing reaching out from hell, while beneath the cracked bark lay a shocking blood-red, consisting of sinew and veins.
Countless blood vessels extended from the tree roots, eroding the boundless desert.
Along the path, the blood polluted the land, like a hell of surging molten lava.
"Four thousand years like a dream, in an instant, the hegemony turns to void."
The black ancient dragon coiled around the ancient tree, overlooking the earth. This ancient Ancestor finally revealed its ultimate form; it seemed to have abandoned its own emotions and feelings, retaining only the coldest divinity.
And an imperial majesty.
In ancient times, one can imagine this Ancestor donned in royal robes in the human world.
