Boom!
Golden pillars of light fell from the sky, covering the offerings of everyone atop the altar.
The golden light continuously shrank, and within its range, the offerings lessened until, in the blink of an eye, only the Ice Phoenix and the Silver-Winged Sword Dragon remained enveloped within it.
"Which will it be, the Silver-Winged Sword Dragon or the Ice Phoenix?"
"Ancestors in heaven, you must open your eyes! That Silver-Winged Sword Dragon was personally raised by my son, Xiao Tianjiao..."
"Please don't choose it..."
Murmurs continued to rise around the altar.
Millions of the populace within and beyond the Imperial Dragon Mountain knelt on the ground and looked up at the golden column descending from the heavens, praying devoutly.
Suddenly...
The golden column trembled violently and then shrank by half, coming to rest on the Ice Phoenix.
Boom!
