The board of gods slowly descended and opened with the wind, revealing the names of the gods written in vague dao patterns. The surrounding green light formed clouds, changing in myriad ways, as if dragons and phoenixes were surrounding them.
Every inch it descended, it would draw the attention of pairs of eyes from the immortal caves, the Pure Land of the Buddhist kingdom, and the ancient domain of their hometowns. They seemed to be on guard or expecting something.
Gao Lan had already appeared on the heaven-sealing platform. He wore the crown of the flat sky, the black and Yellow Emperor’s robe, and the human emperor’s ancient sword at his waist. He walked like a dragon and walked like a tiger. He had a heroic bearing, and he looked like he could swallow all the worlds.
