Three Days of Freedom

The next moment.

A fierce wind swept up, carrying an invisible pressure that made everyone's robes snap and flap.

A massive hand reached out from the clouds, parting the mist as a dharma form dozens of zhang tall appeared before everyone.

The dharma form was entirely a vast expanse of white, its features blurred beyond recognition, with only the areas where its two eyes should have been exceptionally bright.

That enormous hand reached toward the Imperial Court's people, and an incomparably powerful pressure descended with it, as though the entire sky were collapsing downward, leaving everyone stunned.

"Finally here."

With a sweep of Emperor Tianning's sleeve, a scripture inscription on his Daoist robe drifted out.

The inscription rapidly expanded in midair, becoming like a golden shield as it surged upward to meet the dharma form's giant hand.

The two immense forces collided, releasing unprecedented ripples.

An air wave spread outward from the point of impact, tearing the surrounding clouds to shreds and shaking tiles loose from the palace roofs.

The shockwaves were so violent that they forced everyone below to retreat.

A moment later, Emperor Tianning appeared above the Imperial Court's battle formation.

His robes fluttered in the wind, Daoist scripture runes drifting slowly around him, making him seem like an immortal descended into the mortal world.

The three generals—Murong Jing, Xiao Jingba, and Yan Tingzhang—followed close behind, forming a triangle to guard his sides.

"Your Majesty, what kind of being is this? It is terrifyingly powerful."

Murong Jing stared at the dharma form overlooking all living beings from above, his heart drawn taut to its limit.

It was not only him. Everyone on the Imperial Court's side felt the same.

They could sense that the appearance of the being above had reversed their original advantage in an instant.

Emperor