"Good!"
True Monarch Withered Wood stood with his hands behind his back, as a mass of mist gathered above his head, transforming into two blue and yellow auspicious clouds.
The blue one was lush and vibrant, like the fresh buds sprouting on spring branches, the grass leaves germinating under the soil, brimming with a lively and vigorous aura.
The yellow one was withered, gray and brown, akin to dried old trees and scorched grass stalks, exuding an aura of decay, rot, and dead silence.
The two auspicious clouds had entirely opposite auras, one withering, one flourishing, yet there was a faint mystical connection between them.
A mysterious aura circulated between them, flowing continuously.
Then, the blue cloud and the yellow cloud overflowed, merging together into a blue-yellow intertwined thunder light, carrying a terrifying power capable of annihilating everything, as it struck the iron rod!
Boom!!!
