The Earthly Saints of the Saint Cyclic Renewal Summit had left the secret realm of the summit that would have collapsed without their joint effort to stabilize the situation. Han Yuhei was the first among them to do so, his eyes effusing a nine-colored spiritual light to observe the situation.
'What is this?' Han Yuhei's heart throbbed fiercely as he felt rippling waves spread across the Dark Void. While his ears hadn't heard anything, his Mystic Soul perfectly relayed the stimulation as a rapid, rhythmic sound. His heart subconsciously matched its pace, which stimulated his blood and soul as he felt the urge to resist and struggle surface in his thoughts. He didn't know what he should resist or how he should struggle, but he felt that he needed to.
In the distance, beyond the borders of the Aeternal Sky Starfield, three intense silvery lights were steadily rising in intensity.
Woosh! Woosh! Woosh!
