Perfect World, Eight Lower Realms, Desolate Domain.
Deep within Sky-Mending Pavilion.
This was a forbidden zone, wreathed in mist on ordinary days. Even the sect elders were forbidden from approaching without permission.
Before an ancient stone chamber sealed away for ages, fallen leaves had piled up.
Suddenly.
"Rumble—"
The heavy stone door groaned as it slowly opened to either side.
An indescribably terrifying aura spilled through the widening gap like a slumbering Primordial True Dragon awakening, sweeping across all of Sky-Mending Pavilion in an instant.
The aura was far too powerful.
So powerful it was almost absurd.
It was an absolute pressure that surpassed the Venerable Realm, the Divine Flame Realm, and even the True One Realm.
It was the invincible aura of the Extreme Dao Great Emperor, of a Heavenly Emperor who had lived through several lifetimes!
Ye Xuan had deliberately suppressed this power at once. The laws of space in the lower realm were far too fragile; if he unleashed his full strength, the entire Desolate Domain might collapse.
Yet even the slightest trace of his aura caused astonishing phenomena.
"Hum—"
Every magic treasure and spirit artifact in Sky-Mending Pavilion wailed of its own accord, as if submitting to an exalted sovereign.
In the forests, countless spirit beasts and fierce birds raised by the sect—regardless of their rank—prostrated themselves and trembled toward the stone chamber, not daring to lift their heads.
Even the spiritual energy between heaven and earth seemed drawn by some force, surging toward the stone chamber and forming a visible storm.
"This... This is..."
Inside the main hall atop Sky-Mending Pavilion's principal peak, the Sky-Mending Pavilion Master was handling sect affairs.
He shot to his feet, staring toward the forbidden zone in shock.
"Has the Sacrificial Spirit awakened? No... This aura belongs to the Venerable