Jets of light in a myriad of colors shot into the air. The columns reached straight into the sky and reached down into the earth with captivating beauty and awe-inspiring grandeur.
An imposing and lofty aura descended along the nine-colored passage from the Heavens. From afar, Meng Qi could not help but feel fearful and humbled by its overwhelming presence.
Such was the power of gods summoned by sacrifices!
Meng Qi's Immortal Primogenitor Form shrank into a single point on his forehead, protecting his mind from the oppression of the staggering presence.
Meng Qi regained his consciousness, and the chilling frost in his mind was replaced by a soothing warmth that fueled his spirit to fight and fire returned to his eyes.
"So what if gods were to come! I would rather die trying to thwart them than beg for mercy!"
He would gladly embrace his own death if Fate so willed. He would never surrender, and he would fight to the end!
