Night fell.
The moon was bright, the stars sparse.
Yet, above Fuhai District, layers of golden light suffused the air.
A colossal, crimson-gold behemoth soared through the sky, looking down upon all of creation. The moment its pupils opened, it was day; when they closed, it was night.
Molten-gold light surged and poured out, as if the entire world had been illuminated.
Beneath the sea of clouds, countless Star Martial Artists bowed in reverence.
They knelt respectfully, basking in the blessings of the Dao's rhythm, their fanatical worship of Qin Yang reaching its absolute peak!
The next moment.
BOOM!
With Fuhai District at its center, Qin Yang's aura spread out in all directions, creating ripples like an ocean tide.
He sat cross-legged and motionless, breathing slowly.
But the True Dragon Dharma Aspect above his head grew more substantial, as if transforming into a true dragon.
With formidable scales and claws, it soared across the firmament.
But just then,
