"It is... alive!?"
As she exclaimed, Xiluo clearly saw that the image of the Sun God really moved.
Spanning thousands of years, the image of the Sun God exuded an inherent authority, making the air around seemingly heat up.
"It's just a mere echo."
"You're already an ancient relic from over ten thousand years ago."
Seeing this, Li Boyang merely waved his hand gently, and the image immediately showed an expression of astonishment.
In the next moment, the ink and brushstrokes composing the image rapidly disintegrated and collapsed, disappearing within an instant from the illustration.
A faint roar of anger lingered, expressing the Sun God's unwillingness.
"Was it really just an image?"
Always feeling like that image's last glance was directed at herself, the Cyan Bird couldn't help but ask.
"That depends on how you interpret the word 'image'."
Also sensing something, Li Boyang raised an eyebrow and then explained.
