Once again in the high skies east of the Hengduan Mountains, Yu Ziqing crushed the Jade Scroll, contacting the Mountain Lord.
"Are you ready?" A rare trace of solemnity appeared in the Mountain Lord's tone.
"Hmm?"
Before Yu Ziqing could react, a surge of overwhelming force appeared as if out of thin air, tearing the sky and descending.
This time, neither the national fortune of Dazhen Country nor the power of the Divine Dynasty reacted.
The dazzling brilliance fell on Yu Ziqing, his eyes instantly occupied by infinite light. Looking west, the only thing he could still see in the blinding radiance was the hauntingly blue sky.
It was something transformed from a fragment of divinity.
In a world filled only with light, Yu Ziqing felt as if a hand had gently landed on his shoulder.
A colossal power continuously imbued him, reminiscent of the time he unleashed his decisive judgment.
"Don't overthink things. I certainly cannot handle this.
