An immortal tune rang out from within the great hall as soon as Wu Qi and Feng Hou were sent out of it. A moment later, a resplendent chariot rose into the sky, pulled by six flood dragons and attended by a host of men consisting of thousands of ancient immortals and tens of thousands of deities; soaring ever higher as splendid rays and clouds came spilling out of it. Sitting in the chariot with a grim face, Xuanyuan had changed into his outfit of the emperor. A vast pressure gushed out from all over him, making sure that no one could lay eyes on him. The entire Xuanyuan Peak trembled due to his terrible aura.
A ring of golden light hung behind the back of the Yellow Emperor's head, radiating a bright light that shone as far as tens of thousands of miles like a sun. Half of the sky was engulfed by the plumes of roiling purple mist that came pouring out of it. It was a magnificent sight that could not be described with words.
