Just as Xu Qing's manuscript began to burn, the surrounding air was instantly evacuated, emitting a sharp whistle.
Immediately, thousands of golden characters, like burning sprites, leaped from the blazing ashes, each glowing with a mysterious light.
They gathered into flowing streams of light, shooting into the ancient and majestic Heaven Shaking Bow like meteors.
The runes on the bow were awakened, transforming into illusory light and shadow, soaring from the quiver, spiraling and weaving in mid-air, finally condensing into eight archaic characters: "The Heavenly Dao is merciless, the Human Dao has its laws."
In an instant, King Lin felt the Qi-Blood in his body surge like a tidal wave, resonating with the Earth Veins beneath his feet. His heartbeat was like the pulse of the earth, his breath akin to the mountains' inhalation and exhalation.
Before he could draw the bow, the towering mountains trembled, seemingly dreading the coming power.
