Under this crushing pressure, the several hundred Handyman Disciples were horrified to discover that their bodies had been completely frozen solid. They could not even blink. They felt as though the end of the world had arrived.
The three Outer Sect disciples, Li Shengnan, Meng Xiaoxing, and Tuoba Kun, paled dramatically. They felt as if an ancient god had fixed its gaze upon them, as though their lives were no longer under their control, yet they could not move their bodies in the slightest.
Inner Sect disciple Ye Jingyun saw that things were going badly. Before he could even unleash the Savage God Fist, he discovered that he had already lost control of his body.
The Prodigy Disciple Yuwen Shengxin rushed out of her cave abode and produced that ancient mirror the instant she sensed this aura. Though her body had not been frozen, she did not feel well either; the spiritual energy expenditure was far too great.
She complained inwardly, What mischief is that icy woman Xuanyuan Qingtian up to now? This is too much.
Three breaths later, a piercing sword cry shot into the heavens.
The Xuanyuan Divine Sword in Xuanyuan Qingtian's hand suddenly erupted with dazzling golden light. The sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers, vegetation, and everything else upon its blade seemed to come alive, echoing the golden sun, moon, and stars in the sky from afar.
At that moment, countless golden figures gathered beneath that golden heaven and earth. There were warriors riding spirit beasts, literati and scholars with strategies in their hearts, elders bent with age, children not yet crowned, virtuous wives and loving mothers who assisted their husbands and taught their children, farmers who hunted and tilled the land, begging beggars, and monarchs wearing crowns upon their heads...
The figures blotted out the sky