When the ten-thousand-zhang golden radiance atop the Altar scattered, when the sunlight that had turned night into day between heaven and earth drew back.
The living beings of Vermilion Bird Mountain saw, with their own eyes, the appearance of a Divine Lord they had never seen before.
He seemed to be a "child," like an infant born with heaven and earth at the dawn of creation. His skin was like ice and snow, his body like uncut jade, golden light contained within him, spotless and pure. His forehead shone brightly, bearing a single golden Pixiu Horn.
His body was like colored glaze, breathing in and out the Dragon Soul of the Great Wilderness.
In the depths of his eyes, black, white, and gold swirled like a three-colored lotus of the Great Dao blooming.
The majesty of Divinity, the compassion of Humanity, and the slaughtering intent of demonic nature fused into one, becoming a supreme divine aura transcending the mortal world.
Before this, the countless Barbarian Cultivators of the Wilderness might have believed in gods, but they had never seen one with their own eyes.
But after today, "gods" possessed a vivid and concrete "image" in their hearts.
Whenever they chanted a god's name, what naturally surfaced in their minds would be the Divine Lord before them: a Gold Jade body, a Pixiu Horn, a Dragon Soul upon his back, and the bearing of an innocent child.
Countless cultivators of the Barbarian Tribes fell into the shock of personally witnessing a god.
What shocked them even more was the scene that followed.
They personally witnessed a "battle" between gods.
It was a battle between this Divine Lord, as beautiful as jade and colored glaze, as childlike as a Golden Child, and the ancient, vicious Wujiu Great God.
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