The golden light wasn't dazzling.
If one looked closely, they could see it was the light emitted by a wriggling script formed from Cloud Water Rust.
Taotie, the First Divine General, widened his eyes, trying to make sense of the inscriptions. But in the next moment, darkness filled his vision. He couldn't see anything clearly, and a sense of endless foreboding flickered in his heart. Taotie had an inexplicable premonition that these Cloud Water Rust inscriptions foretold a great disaster.
Once a cultivator reached the Quasi-Emperor Realm, their senses became incredibly sharp. Taotie quickly closed his eyes, and the dizziness and ominous feeling in his heart slowly faded.
Xu Lai frowned.
However, unlike Taotie's dizziness, a series of solemn and majestic sounds of the Great Dao echoed in Xu Lai's mind. But this wasn't just one sound; there were tens, hundreds, even thousands of them.
