"So it's you..."
Haoran stared at the sky in profound shock, his breath catching in his throat as the primordial pressure of the golden eye pressed down upon his soul.
The pressure was unlike anything he had ever encountered—it carried the suffocating weight of uncountable epochs, the unyielding balance of the cosmos, and the cold authority of reality itself.
But then, the momentary shock in his eyes vanished, replaced by a sharp, radiant light.
A slow, dark grin appeared on his face, stretching wide as he looked directly into the terrifying golden iris hovering amidst the storm clouds.
"We meet at last, Heavenly Dao," Haoran spoke, his voice quiet yet carrying a ringing, immortal resonance that cut cleanly through the howling gale and crackling thunder.
The colossal golden eye did not blink.
The swirling tribulation clouds around it tightened, dark violet lightning weaving into ancient, divine seals that locked down the space for miles around.
