For a moment, across the entire Dragon-Phoenix Platform, the dazzling pillars of light of every color vanished completely within mere breaths.
Only the two pillars belonging to Lin Ming and Zi Yan remained, standing between heaven and earth like columns holding up the sky. They pierced the clouds, radiating supreme pressure that seemed to look down on all creation.
It was as though subjects had encountered their sovereign and could not help bowing in homage.
In shattering and dispersing, those golden pillars silently revealed to everyone the gulf between themselves and the two pillars belonging to Lin Ming and Zi Yan.
It was not a difference in quantity or height, but a fundamental difference—absolute suppression at the level of bloodlines.
Just as no number of fireflies could rival the blazing sun, no number of streams flowing into rivers could compare with the boundless ocean.
At that moment, countless people were shaken.
Those who had been secretly wondering why Lin Ming and Zi Yan had produced no pillars now stared, dumbstruck, at the two dazzling columns spanning heaven and earth. Their lips moved, but they could not utter a single word.
They finally understood why the Golden Mirror had taken so long to assess the pair. It was like a subject who dared not look directly upon a sovereign's face, or judge an extraordinary being by the standards used to measure ordinary people.
Their essence blood was simply too powerful—so powerful that even this ancient Dragon-Phoenix Platform needed more time to awaken, sense it, and withstand it.
Qingyue's clear eyes filled with shock and complicated emotions. She raised her delicate hand to cover her slightly parted red lips. The pillar from her false phoenix body, which she had been so proud of, had not lasted even a single breath before that