Atop Hengxing Technology Tower, the golden modules that formed the Watchers' Lighthouse shattered amid trembling quakes, spilling out thousands of strands of fierce, dazzling lightning.
People at the press conference looked up in horror; the sky that had been clear moments ago was now overwhelmed by dark clouds, and within them, a terrifying storm seemed to be brewing. Threads of electricity poured down from the heavens as if ancient deities were descending upon the modern city.
"My fate is in the heavens."
"Let my name be sanctified."
"My realm approaches its edge."
"My will be done."
The domineering prayers echoed between heaven and earth.
Accompanied by the convergence of countless ferocious arcs of lightning, the face of a young man emerged among the clouds, arrogant and unrivaled, his eyes misted with the flash and thunder of lightning!
"The Second Sacred Monarch, Li Xingpan!"
