The ground trembled beneath the crowd, sending shockwaves of panic through the stands as Lyon's phenomenon unfolded. Cultivators, regardless of their level, struggled to keep their balance, their hearts racing in disbelief at the sheer magnitude of what they were witnessing. Gasps, whispers, and even cries of disbelief echoed around the arena as the prismatic glow shot skyward, eclipsing the brilliance of all six young masters combined.
Ning's usually fiery eyes widened, her mouth slightly agape. "This can't be… no one can control everything," she muttered under her breath. Her matriarch, Amara, clenched her jaw, her hands trembling as she gripped the edge of her seat. "This is beyond celestial," she whispered, unable to tear her eyes away from the world-defining elements swirling around Lyon.
