Outside the Yongzhou Divine Court, the Celestial Vault was suddenly dyed two starkly different colors.
In the East, within the lands of Yongzhou where Qi Yun stood, the sky was clear and bright. Auspicious clouds swirled about as a purple-gold divine light permeated the air, exuding a majestic and orderly Dao Rhyme—one of boundless power that reigned over all.
Meanwhile, the western horizon was swallowed by a rapidly spreading, piercingly cold tide and a dark, heavy blood cloud.
A murderous, cruel, and conquering aura rushed forward, threatening to freeze and tear all creation asunder.
"The new lord of Yongzhou?
Such audacity! Daring to devour the people's worship and overstep your authority to such an extent!"
A voice, cold and violent like the grinding of metal, rolled in. It carried a chill that could freeze the Divine Soul and the clamor of war, shaking the sea of clouds for thousands of miles until it roiled and shattered.
