Deep underground, within the ruins of the Spirit Mountain Sacred Realm.
Golden light surged like a sea, and Dao Rhyme flowed like a tide.
Qi Yun stood with his hands behind his back at the edge of this golden sea of light. Under the reflection of the pure and vast divine light of wealth, his Deep Blue Daoist Robe was plated with a pale golden hue.
His expression was calm, his profound gaze fixed upon the true body of the Imperial Soldier before him.
"A long-overdue debt must be repaid today."
He murmured softly, raising his right hand and sweeping it toward the ancient golden tree.
SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!
Five streaks of divine light—each a different color, yet incomparably condensed and radiating majestic divinity and pure faith—shot out from his sleeve! Within these streaks of light, the illusory figures of five distinct deities could be faintly seen.
