Early morning.
A great wind rose, and the clouds soared.
The lovely people who rose early to toil for a living sensed that something was wrong the moment they stepped outside.
From high above came one shrieking roar after another, as though a meteor shower were skimming past their scalps, deafeningly loud.
"What's going on?"
Looking up, they could see tens of thousands of soldiers in silver-white armor streaking through the void like divine troops.
"Holy Spirit Guards?"
Anyone with a bit of experience was stunned.
The Holy Spirit Guards were the representative force of the Holy Spirit Hall.
They rarely moved under normal circumstances.
Whenever they did, it meant some great upheaval was about to occur.
And this time, tens of thousands of Holy Spirit Guards had been mobilized. What that signified went without saying.
"Is the sky about to change..."
The people looking upward did not even have time to relax.
After the tens of thousands of disciplined Holy Spirit Guards flew overhead in military formation, a group of White Robes followed close behind.
Compared to the Holy Spirit Guards ahead, these people were more than one degree lazier.
Some bounced along, some lay upside down, some were too tired to fly and needed support—every bizarre posture imaginable was present.
Their number was a mere drop in the ocean compared to those ahead, only a few dozen in total.
Yet the spectators below were even more horrified.
"White Robes?"
"My heavens, tens of thousands of Holy Spirit Guards in front, then more than a dozen squads of White Robes behind them—where exactly are they going?"
"This is Eastern Domain Sword God Heaven, not the Southern Domain or Northern Domain. Where could there possibly be such chaos?"
"It's been decades since we've seen a display like this, hasn't it?"