"I am the East Lord!"
When Song Lin spoke these words, the heavens and earth instantly changed color. The vast azure sky rippled, and purple Qi flowed eastward for thirty thousand miles.
All living beings felt a joy that surged from their hearts, an innate euphoria.
They cheered for the birth of a Great Deity, rejoicing in the protection they would gain.
"What? How could Taiyi favor him so specially?"
In the boundless cosmos, the Candle Dragon's expression betrayed a stunned astonishment.
Back then, he had made a momentous decision, convincing himself to devour the East Lord. After seeing that Taiyi had not taken action, his courage grew bold.
His stirring up chaos and storms hadn't attracted Taiyi's attention—so why could this person?
Deep within, the Candle Dragon felt a lingering fear.
Not fear of Song Lin, but worry over whether Taiyi might exact punishment upon him.
