Gallery of Shili, a flurry of fallen leaves.
The rain kept pouring down from the sky, sprinkling the earth, invigorating all things, and with it, the air warmed, completely devoid of the bleakness before. It seemed that it was not autumn, but a spring brimming with life.
Above the vault of heaven, dark clouds billowed, seemingly no different from a normal landscape, but only cultivators could observe closely. The originally oppressive sky unexpectedly revealed streaks of patterns—these patterns were golden, flickering with dazzling golden light.
Mystical, profound, complex...
As if a giant formation, beyond the comprehension of ordinary people, but one could feel an unimaginable force of suppression, a constriction originating from bloodlines, from the soul.
Thunderous suppression descended!
