The voice seemed to echo from the void, yet also faintly from the other side of the long river of time and space.
Though fragmented and indistinct, a few key words within it were nevertheless so clear, so utterly soul-shaking.
"Old fiend... The Human Race... will not kneel!"
A long laugh followed, piercing the clouds before instantly fading away, carrying an indescribable mix of carefree abandon and desolate sorrow.
And then, a sound was heard:
AAAAAAH—
A piercing, yet incorporeal, screech rang out.
Song Ciwan's eardrums throbbed. The Divine Soul in her Sea of Consciousness trembled. She had clearly just achieved Enlightenment, yet at this moment, all the rhythms of the Dao within her were thrown into chaos.
Her body swayed, and amidst the excruciating pain, the Heaven and Earth Scale was triggered.
