Sea of Clouds, Holy Fire Cliff.
A golden light erupted from the ground, shining as brilliantly as a thousand lamps. It illuminated a dense network of arcane patterns, all bustling and converging toward a central figure.
He wore a crane-feather cloak and a faint smile played on his lips. With a gentle wave of his feathered fan, he cut a dashing and romantic figure.
Merely by standing there, he seemed to have monopolized all the good fortune, wealth, and even luck between Heaven and Earth, inevitably stirring feelings of resentment in others.
The Perfected Fortune!
This reincarnated Perfected Lord was only now beginning to reveal a hint of his former glory. A look of nostalgia appeared in his eyes as he gazed up at the sky.
"How long has it been...?"
Five thousand years!
For a full five thousand years, he had not seen the Fruit of Lamp-Cover Fire. Despite being a reincarnated Perfected Lord, he had been reduced to a wretched state, as if abandoned by his Fruit.
