Nine dazzling spheres of light, like nine ancient stars awakening, converging at the Peak of the Vault of Heaven, their brilliance so intense that it rivals the Heart of the Firmament, making even the fiery nascent sun pale in comparison, as if the entire world is swallowed by this radiance.
Meanwhile, an unprecedented cosmic pressure surged between heaven and earth, heavy and majestic, like the descent of eternal divines, making all creatures feel as small as ants, evoking a sense of awe.
In the face of this terrifying heavenly might, everyone felt a prickling sensation on their back, and some cultivators with insufficient cultivation level were so frightened their faces turned ashen, their legs went limp, unable to stand, collapsing directly on the ground.
Xu Wendong was no exception, feeling his hair stand on end, an ominous premonition as cold as ice piercing his bones.
No time to think further.
