The desolate sound, like an ancient horn, tore through the sky, the sound waves carrying the pressure of Pure Yang sweeping across the Profound Sun Sect.
As the sound echoed, intense Yang energy surged visibly, rapidly transforming the heavens and earth.
Four crimson pillars of qi burst from the ground, soaring in the cardinal directions. The giant pillar of black iron pierced through the sea of clouds with thunder and fire, with the ancient Pure Yang script engraved on the pillar shimmering like living creatures.
The entire mountain gate instantly transformed into a furnace; the blue stone steps branded with scorch marks, the pond water boiled like a cauldron, and even the white steam exhaled ignited with eerie blue flames in the air.
Outside the sect.
Zhang Chunyang stepped out of the main hall, with the hem of his white robe still stained with embers.
