At the very moment the Zhou Family's chorus of assent was cut short by an invisible giant hand.
A lofty, far-reaching dragon's roar, as though it had descended from beyond the Ninth Heavens, suddenly resounded across heaven and earth.
"Roar—"
The dragon's roar pierced gold and shattered stone, carrying supreme majesty.
High in the sky, a vague yet incomparably majestic purple-gold dragon silhouette flashed past like a fleeting glimpse of a startled swan, vanishing in an instant.
It moved so swiftly that one could almost mistake it for an illusion born of dazzled eyes.
Yet the tremor rising from the depths of their bloodlines clearly told everyone that it was no illusion.
Immediately afterward, a vast and boundless voice, yet one that entered every person's sea of consciousness with absolute clarity, descended with a thunderous crash like a divine decree from the Ninth Heavens.
This voice did not merely echo through the tiny Evergreen Valley.
Its might pierced through the barriers of space.
Throughout Sanshui County—whether farmers tilling their fields, hawkers crying out in the streets, or martial artists cultivating within secluded mansions—
No, far more than that!
In every corner of Nanchuan Commandery, be they mortals or cultivators, men or women, young or old, all heard this majestic voice clearly at the same instant.
"By decree of the Emperor Xuan Yuan!"
Only five short words, yet they seemed to contain the supreme truth that when spoken, words became law.
"Yun Long of the Yun Clan has rendered meritorious service by presenting a Xiantian Dharma Gate!"
"Bestow—thirty thousand volumes of the Daoist Canon!"
The instant these words were spoken, thunder seemed to explode in the seas of consciousness of Lu Ping'an and the others kneeling on the ground. Thirty thousand volumes of the Daoist Canon! What kind of concept was