The moment Li Wuyang stepped out of the Primordial Stone Coffin, the laws of the entire Ancient Monster Starfield seemed to tremble. He did not deliberately release any pressure, yet the naturally emanating aura of a quasi-Saint had already deeply merged with the laws of heaven and earth. Every gesture stirred the rhythms of the cosmos. As his eyes opened and closed, chaos evolved within his left eye, endlessly arising and perishing, while reincarnation revolved within his right, encompassing all phenomena. Wherever his gaze fell, lotuses bloomed in the void, and Dao sounds rang of their own accord.
"Venerable Wuyang!"
"Venerable has successfully emerged from seclusion!"
The remaining Alliance cultivators were overwhelmed with emotion at the sight of him. Many shed tears, as though they had seen a rising sun in the depths of despair. The exhaustion and hopelessness of their days of bitter struggle were swept away by wild joy and hope at that moment. Ling Xiao Sword Master, Elder Xuanji, the Elf Queen, and the others were equally shaken. They could clearly sense that Li Wuyang was now unfathomably deeper than he had ever been before.
Li Wuyang's gaze swept across the brutal battlefield, taking in the collapsed star altar, his blood-soaked comrades, and Shadow Sword Immortal's empty sleeve. A trace of grief and icy killing intent flashed in his eyes. He gave a slight nod, and his calm voice, carrying a power that soothed the heart, spread throughout the starfield. "You have all worked hard. Wuyang arrived late. Rest and recover for now. Leave this place to me."
Before his words had faded, he slowly raised his right hand, spread his fingers, and pressed downward at the ruined Ancient Demon Star Altar below. No dazzling radiance appeared. Only the vast and majestic Reincarnation Dao Rhyme spread like