"You're next, the one who bears the ancient blood," a mighty voice thundered from the expansive sky, its sheer power splitting the eardrums of all who heard it.
As if bathed in the radiance of a thousand suns, Xia Wei felt his relaxed muscles twitch involuntarily. His orange-amber pupils contracted, fixating on the crumbling facade of the fabricated night before him.
"And you, Sanxing, don't dare cross the border," the words resonated like shattering glass, piercing the dark void above. In an instant, the pitch-black sky and its myriad of glimmering stars dissolved, as if they were nothing more than illusory tricks, replaced by countless spheres of faint blue Qi particles that cascaded upon the realm below.
The familiar blue sky, accompanied by the warm and graceful sun, emerged from the raining Qi particles, casting its radiant light upon the realm.
