The ashes falling from the Candle Light Divine Tree are so scorching hot, devoured by the Candle Dragon piercing through heaven and earth. Its imposing dragon body, like deadwood brought back to life, expands inch by inch, its flesh burgeoning so much that the Dragon Scale flips outward, with the opening and closing of the scales composing a symphony of world destruction.

The dimensions shattered like a mirror, the distant ancient city collapsing and crumbling. The bronze pillar standing at the edge of the earth also fell. Only the young man beneath the tree remained asleep.

Even if the world collapses, it seems to have nothing to do with him.

The Candle Dragon Venerable squatted before him, resting her chin on her hand as she intensely scrutinized his face. The wind blew across the stray hairs on his forehead, the charred flesh as delicate as a newborn infant.

Though he appeared to be sleeping peacefully, in truth, there was a surging tide brewing in the depths of his consciousness, a spirituality erupting like a volcano, nearly touching the pinnacle of the world. By the time he awakens, he will be genuinely at the Eighth Rank, just a step away from the final domain.

She could have killed him directly, but she was inexplicably waiting for him to wake.

It seems Taihua was certain of this too, which is why he left him alone.

"Sometimes destiny is truly an incredible thing."

The voice of the Candle Dragon Venerable was ethereal, with a texture like ice clashing: "You are a life born of a paradox, yet you tenaciously came into being on this planet. The Supreme Power, which you naturally lacked, was bestowed upon you by my brother at the cost of his life, making you a true god."

She lifted her fair hand, seemingly wanting to touch his face: "When I first saw you, I wondered, our clan’s power requires sorrow and anger to manifest fully. How could a delicate flower born in a greenhouse possibly harness it?"

Gu Jianlin indeed proved capable of perfectly harnessing the Supreme power.

He had not undergone any trials or baptisms from any star, yet he experienced all the necessary sorrow and anger for a god’s birth and even more.

This was precisely like a cruel rite, where an innocent boy is finally killed, replaced by a god wielding supreme authority, thus the price of evolution is paid.

The birth of Gu Jianlin avoided all the conditions needed for the Supreme’s arrival.

Yet did not avoid the destiny befitting a Supreme.

"Well done indeed."

The Candle Dragon Venerable looked up at the sky, where the branches spread across the Sky Dome had already broken and withered, and the soul within the broken Light Cocoon was dissipating. The Inheritance Path was destroyed with the Primordial’s death.

It would no longer be easy for humans on Earth to inherit the Transcendent power. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

"One hundred thousand years ago, I stood under the tree with my brother and made a vow."

She murmured softly: "That tree was our Father God. I had seen Him before I became a god, and back then I truly thought He loved me. Each of my brothers also believed He was a good father. Of course, You Ying was no exception."

This strongest god’s eyes held mockery, and her cold, thin smile was breathtakingly beautiful.

"Unfortunately, it was all a scam."

The so-called fatherly love and motherly love did not exist at all.

The Primordial was an emotionless monster, the most terrifying existence in the Universe.

"The earliest Ancient God Clan could not assume their Original State on our Ancestor Star. Using that forbidden power likely meant death. Not only that, we also had to fear natural disasters, sometimes wind, sometimes rain, sometimes thunder."

Gu Jianlin was still asleep and would certainly not respond to her.

The Candle Dragon Venerable didn’t find it boring, lazily saying: "That was our curse, possessing powerful strength yet unable to wield it, and having to dodge catastrophic disasters."

Her voice was gentle, but the cruelty in her eyes laid everything bare.

This part of history was no longer hidden.

It was all the Primordial’s conspiracy.

The birth of Qilin utterly shattered the Primordials’ lies.

"The Ancient God Clan worshipped Father God and Mother God, praying for the great Creator God’s protection, risking their lives in cruel Blood Sacrifices. Alas, the curse didn’t dissipate but intensified. It wasn’t until the appearance of Qilin that everything changed... we joined forces and killed the Mother God."

The Candle Dragon Venerable tilted her head, her green hair cascading like water: "It was a truly perilous battle. With the death of a Primordial, we were surprised to find... the curse was lifted."

Finally, the Ancient God Clan could display their power without self-destructing.

It proved that the Ancient God Clan’s curse was the Primordials’ conspiracy from the start.

Gods are not benevolent.

Nor do they save mortals.

They merely fed off hunger, equally devouring every being on the Ancestor Star.

Next, we only need to deal with the Candle Light God, and the Ancient God Clan will be freed from the so-called curse entirely.

"What a pity, someone has reaped the fruits of that war."

The Candle Dragon Venerable rose, circled behind the boy, and covered his eyes like a lover, breathing a fragrant breath beside his ear: "We could not master all the Primordial’s powers. The Mother God’s power was devoured by the Father God. Father God and Qiongqi flew away to the Universe’s depths."

"The so-called Third Power was created by Father God and Mother God together."

She paused: "After devouring the Mother God, Father God grasped the Third Law."

Because of this, dark lotus flowers bloomed beneath the Candle Light Divine Tree.