With the words of the man in white, the Golden Lion couldn't help but look into the distance as well.
There was no trace of a human figure where his gaze landed, but the Golden Lion knew the man in white was not lying.
Because he realized that the surrounding Cataclysmic Power was being siphoned away, surging rapidly toward the distance.
That feeling... it was as if the Cataclysmic Power possessed Life, flocking to worship a king.
And as the Cataclysmic Power gathered, the distant sky began to change dramatically, with storm and thunder converging into an immense crown of Fortune.
The crown blocked the heavens and veiled the sun, electric arcs flickering upon it, as if countless shattered stars were inlaid upon its surface. With every flash, the space around it trembled and distorted—awe-inspiring even from afar.
