"Something's not right?"
A word of warning from Great Sun Purple Extreme made Qi Yun, who was looking up at the standoff between the True Monarchs in the celestial vault, frown slightly.
The frown was so slight it was almost imperceptible.
He remained standing with his hands clasped behind his back, his deep blue Daoist robe perfectly still. His gaze remained fixed on the host of True Monarchs looming in the celestial vault.
But in the next instant—
A Great Sun Dao Intent—warm, gentle, and radiant enough to illuminate all of creation—surged from the depths of his Purple Mansion.
It was the Daoist Intent of Great Sun Purple Extreme True Monarch, with whom he shared a common origin. It was the most direct perceptual link between this Dharma Body and his true self.
Within the Great Sun Dao Intent, there were no words, no images.
Only an indescribable sense of alarm.
Qi Yun's faint frown abruptly hardened.
