"Earlier she was here discussing with us how to rescue the nearing Nirvana Phoenix, and we talked about many thods... As for now, it seems she’s heard about a visitor, and she seed to think of sothing, just now she ran out with Sister Ilois."
"With Ilois? What visitor?"
Dalilulu turned his head with so curiosity, while Dal thought for a mont and said,
"It seems to be a desperate pirate, a Sardinia Female, called the Iceberg Queen..."
"Alagina?"
Upon hearing this, Hamilia spoke up before Dal could finish, saying that na.
"Yes, yes, that’s her..."
"Heh, even this traitorous broken spined dog will have her day. I heard she not only killed her own Mother, but also stole her Mother’s Ice Prince Sword and is wandering outside. Taking her in should be done cautiously, lest you also get backstabbed by her at so point."
Hamilia sneered, comnting as such.
"Enough, Hamilia, you’re no longer of the Sardinia Female Country, in the future the Northern Realm will only have the Wutong Tree. Of course, if you want to return to serve your country, I have no objections, I would even be happy to teleport you back for free..."
Beside him, Baline toyed with the pacifier in his hand, decisively interrupting Hamilia’s words. In the current Six Snow Mountain Tribes, this Sli King was undoubtedly the one in charge.
After halting Hamilia’s words, Baline scratched his many-folded chin and muttered,
"Alagina, Ice Prince Sword... Speaking of which, I understand that woman’s intentions. The power of the Phoenix King’s sword is too strong, controlling it entirely is impossible. But the swords of the three Phoenix’s Sons, they could possibly be attempted... The Moon Princess Sword rests with Valentina asleep, the Frost Prince’s Sword is now lost, and Alagina has the Ice Prince Sword, maybe she can try."
Dalilulu also solemnly watched the precariously poised Phoenix Egg below, then turned and said,
"We can only try this, we must hurry, Valentina is about to hatch, we can’t wait any longer, bring them over imdiately!"
...
...
Valentina’s consciousness has always been in the dark, as if shrouded in Chaos, sotis blurry, sotis slightly clear, flickering with terrifying dreams.
She seed to see a huge, golden illusory tree, floating in the universe, gazing down at all the living creatures below like a God, but when it looked towards "her" and "the two beside her," for so reason, Valentina could feel a different emotion...
This tree... felt like Mother... like a Mother warmly watching "her."
"Tao..."
Her gentle voice seed to soothe an infant in a cradle, or like entrusting a hope-filled wish,
"Take care... of your younger siblings..."
Tao?
Who is Tao?
Has she ever seen or heard this na?
Suddenly, the scene before her transford drastically, and "she" seed to witness a horrifying war, where a Chaos-born being descended from the sky singing a poem ford from an unknown language, turning flesh into part of this poem.
It infected everything, bringing disaster to a thriving continent, turning countless unimaginably powerful beings Valentina couldn’t fathom into its puppets, taking away "her" Mother...
Mother?
Valentina was slightly stunned, but her consciousness suddenly beca much clearer.
No... this doesn’t seem to be sothing she should be seeing... This isn’t her... Whose mory is this?
This is...
"Tao... take care... of your siblings..."
Valentina’s perspective gradually withdrew until finally, her consciousness seed to separate from an "existence"... No, it should be that "existence" separating from her!
Valentina felt that the being’s consciousness was like tree roots entwined around her, being cleaved by a sharp sword, and the being was moving farther away from her.
With the widening distance, Valentina finally saw the true form of that "existence," even if just a silhouette.
It turned out to be a peculiar little girl.
She had shiny black hair neatly tied up, forming a Flying Immortal Bun, upon which blood a delicate peach blossom Valentina had never seen.
She wore a light pink dress, matching the color of the bloom in her hair, looking very pretty, making her petite figure appear ever more cute and elegant.
Yet at this mont, she was pitifully hugging her knees, curled into a ball, her expression seed sowhat dazed and helpless, as she carried herself further from Valentina.
As she moved farther, Valentina quickly realized that her dress began to bear wounds covered with frost, as if so sharp blade around her was slicing her body.
Scarlet blood splattered from her, quickly disappearing into the darkness, leaving behind a faint scent of peach blossoms.
The little girl seed oblivious, feeling nothing, only desperately hugging her knees without moving.
Valentina felt heartache, perhaps due to the kindness within not bearing to see such a child get hurt, her consciousness beca even clearer, she couldn’t help but remind the girl,
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