Inverted City
"Do you know how long I've been preparing for this day?" Di Man lowered his head, gazing at He Ao, and said hoarsely, "The curse carried by the seven-colored flower has always flowed in the family's lineage, eternally tormenting us, tempting us to fall."
A few strands of invisible forces gathered in his palm, "According to our ancestor's instructions, we shouldn't have used the seven-colored flower to make wishes anymore, but I am unwilling, I am unwilling to succumb to the erosion of these curses."
He Ao listened to his words without speaking, merely gripping the crystal sword tighter in his hand.
"So, I plucked that petal and made a wish to become an angel," Di Man chuckled lightly, looking at He Ao, "I successfully became an angel, but the curse accompanied me, growing stronger. I know it wants to control me, erode me, turn me into its puppet."
His figure suddenly transformed into a stream of light, crashing towards He Ao below.
