Just as the sphere of darkness was about to obliterate the barrier, a soft, melodic hum echoed through the abyss. The sound resonated with the ancient energy of the World Tree, growing louder and more powerful with each passing moment.
Ning Yue's eyes snapped open.
Her irises, now glowing with an ethereal light, seemed to reflect the cosmos themselves. A gentle, green aura emanated from her, pushing back the encroaching darkness.
The World Tree responded in kind, its branches swaying in a rhythmic dance as a radiant light enveloped it, reinforcing the barrier that protected it.
Yao Huang, his expression finally shifting from one of calm confidence to surprise, took a step back. The power radiating from Ning Yue was not just that of a cultivator—it was something far greater, something ancient and primal.
Yao Huang's eyes narrowed as he stared at Ning Yue. "Interesting. Who might you be?"
