The five-colored streak of light on the distant horizon drew closer and closer, and its form was already becoming clear.
It was a magnificent chariot entirely inlaid with gemstones of five colors. Nine black qilin emitting dense yin baleful aura pulled it from the front, each one possessing an aura comparable to a top-tier Chaos God. Together, the nine radiated an overwhelming presence. Layer upon layer of five-colored halos encircled the chariot, and as they rotated, they gave rise to endless profound melodies. It was as though countless immortal tunes and divine harmonies echoed through the air, intoxicating all who heard them and drawing them into an inescapable trance.
Such pomp, such presence, all showed that the chariot's master was no ordinary figure and held an exalted position.
Facing such a powerful enemy, even Bai Yu, resolute as he was, had to admit that the other party had every right to be arrogant. He had to remain utterly focused and respond with utmost caution if he wished to overcome this crisis. Otherwise, the consequences would be dire...
The five-colored chariot stopped above the ruins of the Thousand Desires Sacred Hall. The nine black qilin trod upon the void, black lotuses blooming beneath their hooves and emitting a baleful aura that made hearts tremble.
The chariot's curtains remained closed.
Yet that cold and majestic Spiritual Sense had already locked onto Bai Yu, like an invisible hand clutching the lifeline of heaven and earth.
"I asked you a question. Why do you not answer?" A detached voice came from within the chariot. Every syllable carried an unusual rhythm, as though it could stir the deepest emotions within living beings—not joy, but an almost instinctive fear and submission.
Karum and Old Demon had long since prostrated themselves on the ground, not even daring