The Four Spirit Sacred Beasts roared to the heavens, their cries shaking the very earth.
Divine light shot toward the heavens, tearing through the firmament like brilliant beams and blooming in a dazzling display.
Visions appeared within the light—a Vermilion Bird beating its wings, a True Dragon soaring through the air, and a White Tiger roaring—blotting out the sun and sky. The sight was utterly stunning.
The deep, pitch-black night sky was completely illuminated.
This scene alarmed all the cultivators and living beings present. Regardless of their cultivation level, none could look directly at the light, and all were filled with dread.
Many beings with the Four Spirits Bloodline even felt a suppression originating from their very blood, their faces paling with terror.
A single wisp of the emanating aura was enough to make them prostrate themselves on the ground, unable to raise their heads, as if they were facing their most ancient ancestors.
