As the crowd busied themselves with preparations for the banquet, a strange stillness suddenly settled in the air. Plates clinked less, conversation trailed off, and dancers stopped mid-spin. A colossal ripple of energy swept through the entire realm, bending the skies above the Sixth Heaven. It was not a gentle tremor but a pulse—raw, feral, and unrelenting—like the heartbeat of an ancient beast awakening.
The ground quivered beneath their feet, and the grand halls seemed to hum under the pressure. The wave didn't come just once. It hit again—stronger—like thunder rolling across the heavens.
Several cultivators clutched their chests, gasping. "W-What the hell was that?" one whispered in disbelief.
"It's Lyon!" someone exclaimed. "He's subduing the mountain! He's taming the beast at the summit!"
