Chapter 1721: The Red Dust Flows; Fourth Calamity (1)
Chirp~! Chirp~!
The melodious sound of birds rang beautifully through the sunny, slightly clouded morning. A crisp, refreshing wind flowed through a certain grassy plain, caressing the landscape like a gentle lover, causing the branches and leaves of trees to dance excitedly about, celebrating the end of an old dusk, and inevitably welcoming the fresh start of a beautiful dawn.
Early in this new day, sitting atop a short boulder with its top half sliced clean off, the surface unnaturally smooth like glass, was a young, bright-eyed youth in moon-white robes with dark hair, immaculate skin, and a round face, the last remnants of his baby fat-filled face fading naturally with time. At his glabella was a tiny birthmark, a tree with seven different colored branches and seven different colored roots, its leaves constructing its crown were glistening with silver, and those roots enveloped a white sphere.