Today, the weather in Nine-Zhang Heaven was quite nice.
Not a cloud stretched across ten thousand miles, and a lone sun hung high overhead. Of course, it was not truly the sun, but a special microorganism—a small and highly unusual colony capable of emitting light and heat. Thanks to Nine-Zhang Heaven's peculiar environment, they hung in the sky like a sun, brilliant and dazzling.
The light was resplendent. The clouds of Nine-Zhang Heaven were not merely water and mist; countless special fungal colonies also dwelled within them.
Refracted through them, the light formed a wondrous spectacle. Millions upon millions of colored rays intertwined and gathered like rainbows, draping the entire world in a feathered robe of color—beautiful beyond measure.
Without question, it was the finest scenery of recent days.
Unfortunately, no one was fated to appreciate it today.
Everyone's gaze was fixed upon a single spot: the two people facing each other on a vast grassy field.
The Dao Child of the Interception Sect, and the Dao Child of the Black Mountain Sect.
Jiang Feng appeared very calm.
He possessed neither Lu Feng's wild agitation nor Wild Mountain's overbearing dominance. Dressed in fitted black clothes with a golden belt at his waist, his aura was steady and unmoving. He was like a towering, majestic mountain—clearly standing there, yet weighing heavily upon everyone's hearts.
This was neither an illusion nor a feeling.
It was real. Even disciples from major sects standing far away could feel it: their flesh and souls seemed bound beneath a weight of a thousand jun, while an enormous mountain range appeared to hang above their heads, leaving them unable to breathe.
He looked calmly at Li Su. Aside from a trace of appraisal in his gaze, there was no emotional fluctuation.
Before he had even made a