The base camp of the First Army.
The Monarch's Tent.
At this very moment, Yu Zither Immortal, the monarch, stood all alone.
Her eyes were fixed on the empty space before her.
Within the void, a ball of orange-yellow divine light shimmered, gently bobbing up and down.
With its every movement, majestic waves of fire were born, sending billowing heat surging outward.
Faintly visible within these majestic waves of fire was a fantastical, illusory image.
The Fusang Divine Tree! The Great Sun Golden Crow!
Within this fantastical illusion existed an ancient tree.
The ancient tree was immense and lush.
Its branches were thick with leaves, blotting out the sky and sun. It seemed to stretch beyond sight, a different kind of World Tree.
Every single one of its leaves was covered in profound, unique runes.
Looking down, one could see a Great Sun Golden Crow resting lazily at its roots.
