A year later.
On Divine Temple Mountain, flowers blossomed.
Not the disordered, chaotic Black Flower, but pure white flowers that symbolized light and hope.
The pitch-dark color atop the mountain had been swept away, and the ancient talismans with their obscure, archaic script at the foundation of the Ancient Temple no longer had a purpose.
Because Gu Shen had devoured every last "Black Flower" on the entire mountaintop by himself.
Including that flower bed.
Gu Shen squatted in front of the flower bed, reached out with his palm, and effortlessly plucked the last "Black Flower" atop the mountain, swathed in Blazing Flame. He didn't directly eat it but quietly watched the writhing strand of black, twisting matter in his palm.
A year's time.
He had consumed all the Black Flowers on Divine Temple Mountain's summit.
