A vast, surging aura filled the wilds, like the light of the sun and moon spilling across the universe, reaching everywhere, present in every corner.
Dan Fei, the Flying Profound Sect's leader, the Devil Master Zhu Huang, and the others suddenly felt like tiny skiffs caught in a raging sea. A towering wave swept over them, flinging them helplessly into the air.
Thud!
That boundless aura cowed their spirits, shook their souls, and threw their internal energy into turmoil. Even supreme experts such as Dan Fei and Zhu Huang, who had reached the third level of Spirit Refining and condensed their martial truth, landed in disarray, stumbling on their feet.
Two or three martial grandmasters who had only just crossed into Spirit Refining fell flat on their backsides. Their eyes were vacant, their faces blank as they stared straight up into the air. They had already lost the ability to think; their minds were utterly empty.
What was this?
Dan Fei, Zhu Huang, and the others steadied themselves and looked over in utter horror. They saw the spiritual radiance that had escaped from Pei Lingshuang's body draw in the tangible and intangible energies between heaven and earth, taking the shape of an immense figure poised between reality and illusion.
Rumble!
The instant that figure appeared, its overwhelming presence filled heaven and earth, stealing all splendor and color from the world. In everyone's eyes, it seemed to grow ever larger, more majestic than a mountain, until it could seemingly stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun and moon-a heavenly god stepping straight out of myth.
Wind and thunder roared across the sky. The air abruptly erupted in a crackling barrage, then arcs of lightning split open, draping writhing electric serpents around the heavenly god.
Light spilled down from the heavens at