Their souls trembled.
Even their Dao hearts and physical bodies felt a suffocating pressure.
Even prodigies of Zi Wuji, Ying Zhan, and Fairy Yao Xi's caliber.
Their expressions changed drastically, and their bodies shook violently.
The divine power within them circulated madly, barely keeping them upright instead of dropping to their knees on the spot.
Yet their faces were filled with shock and disbelief.
"This... what kind of pressure is this?!"
Zi Wuji's voice trembled. Under this pressure, he felt as tiny as an ant.
"It surpasses the Divine Sect and even every ancestor I've ever seen. Is this the might of a Divine Lord?"
For the first time, fear appeared in Ying Zhan's eyes.
The entire square fell into deathly silence.
All the rumors and slander, all the greed and schemes.
Before this absolute power, they seemed so laughable, so pale and powerless.
Everyone raised their heads, staring in terror at the golden pillar of light that pierced heaven and earth.
At the center of that ten-thousand-zhang divine radiance, at the source of that boundless pressure.
A tall, slender figure slowly emerged.
His black hair flowed like a waterfall, moving without wind. Each strand seemed wrapped in the runes of the Great Dao.
However, the pressure radiating from him came from the teleportation power Tian Chenzi had infused into Yang Lingtian.
Only after everyone looked up did they realize it was Yang Lingtian.
It was him. He hadn't died. He had returned.
At this moment, time seemed to freeze once more.
The square was as silent as a roosting crow.
Those cultivators who had shouted the loudest and mocked him the most earlier.
Now had faces ashen as death, their bodies trembling like sieves.
They wished they could crawl into a crack in the ground or simply faint on