Wanxiang City
The clouds in the sky were gradually undergoing a strange transformation, slowly forming ancient texts that appeared above the Wanxiang Altar.
An old scholar stroking his white and gray beard watched the changes in the sky with amusement.
In this world, only one person had the ability to manipulate the clouds to convey information, and that was the Heavenly Consort, who liked to practice in the outside world. The weird symbols in the sky, which seemed odd to everyone else, were easy for the old scholar to decipher.
However, when he read halfway through the text, his leisurely expression disappeared and was replaced by a look of disbelief!
"Heavens... The Heavenly Consort has been injured!" The old scholar abruptly stood up, quickly deciphering the changes in the cloud formations, his shock deepening further. It took him a long time to recover!
