Wasn't this man none other than the Golden Crow Clan Head?
The Golden Crow Clan Head appeared unchanged on the surface, still looking exactly as he had before. Yet upon closer inspection, one could detect the stark differences in him.
At the very least, those Emperors at the Spirit Disk Stage and above could clearly discern the changes in the Golden Crow Clan Head.
"Clan Head, could it be that... you have successfully attained the Dao?" Quite a few Golden Crow clansmen gulped. Although they had already received a substantive answer from the Golden Crow Clan Head, they still dared not believe it and wanted to ask again.
"Yes, Clan Head, did you truly succeed?"
The Golden Crow Clan Head smiled faintly. "Yes, I succeeded!"
He offered no further explanation, merely releasing his aura. It brushed over everyone's bodies like a spring breeze, yet that simple gesture left everyone stunned.
Everyone felt it—a powerful force emanating from the Golden Crow Clan Head's body. It seemed slow and gentle, yet it was not something any one of them could withstand.
"Back then, I once fantasized about the power of gods. I never imagined that now, I could wield it with my own hands!" The Golden Crow Clan Head looked at himself, his words carrying no small measure of wistfulness.
Just moments ago, he too had thought it was a dream. Only now could he slowly accept it.
With his hands behind his back, he stepped forward one pace at a time. Looking toward the Sacred Sun in the sky, he slowly bent at the waist.
After he performed this gesture, the Golden Crows below also shed tears of joy.
"Thank the Sacred Sun for its protection!"
"Thank the Sacred Sun for its protection! Our Golden Crow Tribe has now produced a