The Domain Gates continued to open.
One beam of divine light after another shot forth. The Holy Spirit Clan experts wore livid expressions, divine radiance flowing over their bodies, each aura more terrifying than the last.
They stared fixedly at the blooming white lotus, their eyes filled with emotions too complex to describe—excitement, fervor, and... deeply buried apprehension.
Farther away.
A massive rift tore open across the starry sky, as though ripped apart by an invisible giant hand.
A group emerged from it.
The leading figure was shrouded in blazing golden divine flames, his face impossible to make out. Only his eyes, like two burning stars, could be seen. Wherever he passed, space twisted and melted.
The Evil God of the Light Clan released the pressure of a peak Great Sage without restraint, making the surrounding stars tremble.
"Is this... the thing sealed beneath a Heavenly Venerable's seal?" Evil God's voice rolled like thunder, every word carrying destructive force.
The cultivators behind him, even the weakest of whom had reached the Sage Monarch realm, all held their breath as they fixed their eyes on the shattered Ancient Well.
The petals were snowy white and crystalline, each one so translucent that it reflected the stars in the Void.
The enormous lotus heart lay exposed before everyone.
An arm.
Its five fingers were clenched tight, gripping a Stone Token in its palm.
The radiance of divine blood flowed from the arm's fractures, illuminating half the heavens.
That aura... suppressed everything.
The divine flames on Evil God's face abruptly froze.
"Retreat!"
He let out a low roar and rapidly withdrew.
No reminder was needed. Every expert who had emerged from the Domain Gates, whether Holy Spirit or Alien Clan, fled backward as though mad.
Several Sage Monarchs who reacted too slowly were swept