Xuan Qing was pushed out of the space by a gentle but irresistible force, reappearing on the hillside.
He felt light, as though he might float away, and his consciousness had grown hazy.
Zi Ji, who had sensed Xuan Qing's sudden disappearance and reappearance, immediately rushed over.
She saw Xuan Qing standing on the hillside, a faint, clear light radiating from him. Relieved, she let out a breath—but in the next instant, her expression changed.
A dazzling pillar of azure light suddenly shot skyward from Xuan Qing. It was enormous, connecting heaven and earth, and radiating a terrifying pressure.
Within the pillar, Xuan Qing's figure was scattering like sand in the wind.
"Young Master!"
Zi Ji cried out and rushed forward to grab him, but her hand passed through the pillar, catching only a few flecks of light.
Xuan Qing's figure grew fainter and fainter, until he vanished completely within the pillar, leaving no trace.
Zi Ji crumpled to her knees. Tears welled in her eyes as she stared at the empty pillar, her heart twisting like a knife.
She hadn't managed to grab him or save him. She had promised to protect him, yet she had done nothing.
The azure pillar reached the sky, and in an instant, dark clouds gathered. Lightning flashed and thunder boomed as the entire sky turned black, as though night had fallen.
Thunder rolled through the clouds with deafening roars, as if heaven and earth themselves were enraged.
Everyone across Douluo Continent could see the sight. The azure pillar was simply too dazzling.
Like a pillar holding up heaven and earth, it stood tall upon the land. No matter where anyone was, all they had to do was look up to see the beam connecting heaven and earth.
The first to see it were