He Makes a Move

"Activate the grand formation!"

Rolling thunder boomed like war drums, like waves at the edge of heaven crashing against the pillar of the sky.

"Boom."

"Boom, boom."

Mechanical, jumbled roars accompanied a long, soaring song. Endless ripples spread across the heavens as slanting white light descended. The cold green earth swiftly donned a layer of silver sand, as though heaven and earth had passed from early spring into winter once more. A biting wind swept past, curling up a thousand heaps of snow.

The "giant beast" in the sky seemed to have only just raised its head from a lurking, unfathomable abyss. It swung its scaled claws, swayed its wind-fins, and stirred the clouds and winds of the heavens. As it threw back its head and roared, light was gradually swallowed by its mountain-like maw. The cold sun in the distant sky resembled a glass bead hanging high overhead, no longer able to bring warmth to anyone.

From that moment, heaven and earth were overturned.

Above them, a colossal skyship spanned the air, with medium-sized spirit vessels serving as escorts as they surrounded the Beast King and advanced slowly.

The one presiding over the Hall of Joy aboard the colossal vessel was the Hehuan Sect's Grand Supreme Elder, a peak True Lord who had been famous for a long time. He was one of the Hehuan Sect's two peak figures. Had such an incident not arisen, True Lord Zhuxi would never have dared disturb the Grand Elder's secluded cultivation. Not to mention that he led six direct-descendant True Lords of the Hehuan Sect, along with five affiliated Nascent Soul cultivators, nearly a thousand Golden Core masters, and tens of thousands of Foundation Establishment cultivators. Only late Qi Refinement cultivators were qualified to serve as the "rivets" and "screws" of the