Half was a dazzling rose-gold radiance, suffused with a vast, boundless aura, that spread everywhere the eye could reach. The trees shrouded in that strange light grew faintly illusory, almost unreal.
Yet that incomparably beautiful radiance occupied only half the space within sight.
Beyond the dividing line at the center of the eruption, another, even stranger light existed, one that could stand toe to toe with the power of fate.
It was a colorless, transparent light.
Yes, exceedingly strange.
It should not have been a light the human eye could perceive.
And yet, wherever the gaze lingered, one could see it brighten with that peculiar, colorless glow.
Everything enveloped by that colorless light was locked in an eerie stillness.
Including the Evil Douluo, who had been charging toward the point where the light erupted.
That utterly peculiar colorless radiance had left him frozen, bizarrely suspended in midair.
He could not move at all.
And the eruption of those two lights was far from over.
The intoxicating rose-gold and the strange colorless light intertwined and spiraled through the air, forming an enormous pillar of light powerful enough to shake heaven and earth. They seemed like origins drawn to one another, yet also like evenly matched opponents meeting over a chessboard.
The sky dimmed beneath that pillar, which constantly radiated an aura of unfathomable antiquity, until only those two equally peculiar lights remained between heaven and earth, the sole dazzling presence.
Waves of rose-gold light threaded with transparent patterns abruptly spread outward from that heaven-supporting pillar, like successive waves rolling across the sea.
The Evil Douluo, who had remained utterly motionless in midair, was hurled outward by those waves at an unimaginable speed.
At the same time, his long-frozen thoughts began moving again, but the reflection of that pillar still lingered in