Qi Yun slowly lowered his gaze.
His eyes fell upon his outstretched right hand—a long, fair hand with well-defined knuckles, currently entwined with an indescribable wisp of energy.
It coiled around his fingertips like a tamed, ink-black ribbon, its stillness almost eerie.
Yet only Qi Yun himself knew what terrifying, boundless power lay beneath that seemingly docile ribbon.
The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, forming a very faint arc.
There was no pride in that arc, no arrogance—only the calm of one who perceived the grand tide of destiny.
'The great tide crushes all, destiny is claimed... You have no choice but to follow Qi's command.'
He raised his eyes, looking toward the countless proud Righteous Cultivators behind the vast golden light, toward the three intertwining draconic mights in the distance, and toward the faint, pulsating Buddha Light even farther away.
All who had entered the game believed they were the ones playing the pieces.
