Clang! Clang! Clang!...
Like the grand tolling of bells in the Celestial Holy Mountain, reverberating endlessly in the boundless void.
Aiven, seated majestically in the middle of the sky, gazed directly at the "Spirit Realm Lord" - [Rainbow Light], seemingly close yet separated by countless light-years on a cosmic scale.
With a slight sway of his body, eight golden, shimmering hands emerged, and rings of rainbow divine light radiated from behind his head in all directions.
His entire being exuded an intense aura of supreme nobility, immense strength, and ultimate sanctity.
Aiven spoke calmly, his voice resonating through the cosmos like a grand bell, yet due to his transcendent personality surpassing that of a True God, only the two supreme beings could hear clearly.
"You are the 'Spirit Realm Lord' colluded with by those traitorous 'God of Black Wings', aren't you?
I'm sorry, but this pond has already been contracted by me, please return."
