The vast Chaos, an endless number of Dead Stars.
A lifeless land, cold and dark.
A young boy held a small, verdant tree, with green halos flowing and fragrance wafting.
"Little Green, you said your sister..."
He was talking to the little tree when suddenly he bumped into an old man ahead.
"Ouch."
The boy almost fell over, but luckily the little tree flickered with light, sending out waves of green halos that lifted him up.
"Master."
The boy looked at the old man huffily: "Why did you suddenly stop while walking?"
"The White Robed Venerate has met with trouble."
The old man replied.
In his hand was a Divine Tree that glowed red as fire, its leaves fluttering with the wind, resonating with the sound of the Tao.
The old man climbed a mountain and looked up into the Chaos.
Far in the distance, a stream of golden light surged out from the Brahma Void Blood Sea.
"That is the Sea of Reincarnation, transformed from the White Robed Venerate's sacred relics."
