Everyone cheered with joy, spreading the news far and wide.
Li Xiaoyu looked at the festival-like scene before him, his heart filled with complicated emotions.
He had never expected that he would become everyone's faith in this desperate future.
He knew that the responsibility he bore had become even heavier.
He had to survive.
He had to become stronger.
He had to bring the hope capable of changing everything back to his own era.
Then, he would create a truly hopeful future that belonged to them.
To prove his identity, Li Xiaoyu did not waste many words.
He simply stood there quietly and slowly activated the Taiji Profound Clarity Path within his body.
A pure and vast Dao aura erupted from him.
That Dao aura was born of the same lineage as Green Cloud Sect's inheritance of thousands of years.
Then, he raised his right hand and swept it through the air.
"Divine Sword Thunder Control Technique!"
He shouted in a low voice, his tone brimming with authority.
At his call, the dark crimson sky was suddenly shrouded in dazzling blue light.
One blue lightning dragon after another, each capable of tearing apart the heavens, emerged from the void.
Bearing the heavenly might of judgment over all things, they coiled and roared through the air.
That pressure, powerful enough to drain the color from heaven and earth, made every resistance fighter present tremble from the depths of their souls.
They could never have imagined that such an unbelievable power still existed in this world.
"This is..."
Zeng Zihang stared at the lightning dragons filling the sky, disbelief written across his resolute face.
"This is the supreme Dao art from Green Cloud Sect's legends!"
"The Divine Sword Thunder Control Technique!"
He finally believed.
This godlike young man before him truly was