Feng Zhenhai had done it. He had ascended. The chaotic storm above the mountain gradually dissipated, leaving behind a sky painted in hues of gold and purple, the heavens acknowledging his breakthrough. A powerful surge of energy radiated from him, an unmistakable sign of his new strength.
Excited murmurs filled the air.
"The old patriarch has become a Spirit Lord!"
"This is a great day for the Feng Clan!"
"The first ever Spirit Lord in our empire!"
"The last one was the third young master"
"Yeah, it was such a shame."
Disciples and elders alike were eager to pay their respects. Among them, his sons were the most impatient, wanting to be the first to greet him after his momentous achievement. But as they took a step forward, their excitement faltered when their eyes landed on the scene before them.
