The string of inconceivable changes before their eyes deeply shook every person present.
The Golden Armor Divine Being lowered its head, as if listening to heavenly music, and as if pondering some mystery of the cosmos.
Under the brilliant lights of the Cultivation Room, its golden armor shone with dazzling radiance, and a mysterious, subtle connection seemed to form between it and that hazy phantom.
Everyone held their breath and stared without blinking, afraid of breaking this dreamlike scene.
Suddenly, the Golden Armor Divine Being raised its head and squared its chest, its momentum like a rainbow. It slowly lifted the Nine-Toothed Rake in its hand, the prongs aimed straight at that phantom.
Everyone cried out involuntarily, not knowing what had happened.
Zhu Yanfeng in particular felt his heart leap into his throat.
However, the phantom did not move in the slightest, like an eternal sculpture standing quietly in the Void.
The Golden Armor Divine Being did not attack. Instead, it raised the Nine-Toothed Rake high over its head, then thrust it fiercely into the hard ground.
In that instant, the entire Cultivation Room shook violently, as if struck by an earthquake.
A vast power surged out from the rake and rapidly spread across the floor.
Sensing the approach of that power, everyone hurriedly mobilized the Soul Power within them to build defenses.
But to their astonishment, that power carried not the slightest aggression. Instead, it radiated a warm, peaceful aura, like spring sunlight shining over the earth.
Just then, the phantom that had remained motionless finally moved.
It slowly extended one arm, its finger gently pointing toward the Golden Armor Divine Being.
A soft, pure light flowed from its fingertip, drifting slowly toward the Golden Armor Divine Being.
The Golden Armor Divine Being gazed at that light as if