Inside the translucent crystal coffin, Rong Xiujie lay silently. Then, despite his lifeless body, he began to move. Rusted red iron chains emerged from his heart, coursing along his limbs. First, they twisted around his arms, then extended to his legs. Slowly, under the tug of the iron chains, his body curled into a fetal position. Then, he opened his eyes.
In an instant, crimson flames erupted from his pores, spiraling and converging into the shape of a bird in flight—this bird had three legs, the Three-legged Golden Crow.
The temperature rose relentlessly, beginning to melt the crystal coffin.
At the same time, the extinguished Sun in the sky, now reduced to a faint red ring, began to transform. It turned dark red, resembling a Blood Moon. Then the dark red flowed, forming the shape of the Three-legged Golden Crow that nearly consumed the entire sky. At the center of the Golden Crow's body remained the original Sun.
