At the peak of Jiuyi Mountain, chaos had just settled.
Ye Qingzhou stood with his hands behind his back, surrounded by a swirling pattern of chaos, his left eye blazing like a scorching sun, and his right eye as deep as the eternal night.
Simply standing there, the laws of the entire world submitted to him, a magnificent dawn rose from his feet, pierced the nine skies, and painted the entire sky of Dongji Kingdom in a golden-red tapestry.
Thousands of miles away, alarms blared at the observation stations of the Western Pole Alliance, as satellite images showed that the energy readings of Dongji Kingdom had instantly surpassed the threshold.
The Martial God has descended, and heaven and earth celebrate!
Three days later, outside Jiuyi Mountain, the sea of clouds surged, and two figures stepped through the air to arrive.
