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Pavilion of Heavenly Mechanism, Dao Concealing Peak.
Outside Qiankun Hall, people waited, the atmosphere heavy and tense.
Suddenly…
"Boom!"
Thunder rumbled, a muffled sound as if from deep within, abruptly darkening the clear sky.
"Hmm!?"
Everyone's gaze sharpened as they turned and looked up towards the heavens.
The moment they raised their heads and their eyes met the sky, their expressions changed dramatically.
In the distance, a mass of Yang Yun clouds churned tumultuously, rolling and raging toward them.
What was once miles of clear skies turned dark in the blink of an eye, as if a vast curtain had been drawn.
Gloomy and overcast, oppressively dark!
Despite the booming of thunder, there was no sight of lightning splitting the sky.
Only a swath of Yang Yun clouds, so thick they seemed impossible to disperse, spilled down like an inverted sea, engulfing the peak.
Oppressive, unbearably oppressive.
