As the Heavenly Lord's words fell, the entire world seemed to fall silent for an instant.
That sentence—"So... he really succeeded"—did not seem directed at Shen Xiu. It sounded more like an answer to an old friend who had been gone for countless ages.
Shen Xiu slowly tightened his grip on the Nine Heavens Thunder Spear, his gaze never leaving the other man.
The aura of this lord of the Celestial Clan before him was unfathomable. He was even calmer than any powerhouse Shen Xiu had seen in the images left behind by the first Thunder Lord. Yet the more so, the more it put people on guard.
Those who truly stood at the peak of the Great Dao often no longer needed to deliberately release their pressure.
Their very existence was pressure.
The Heavenly Lord slowly rose from the ancient coffin.
The instant his feet touched the altar, all nine tiers of black stone steps lit up at once.
Nine pillars of light in different colors shot into the heavens.
Azure, crimson, gold, blue, purple, white, black, silver, gray.
The nine-colored radiance wove together into a vast canopy of heaven, shrouding the entire ancient ruin.
At the same time, the crumbling palaces, shattered divine statues, and ancient stone tablets around the altar began to tremble slowly.
Runes that had lain sealed away for tens of thousands of years lit up once more.
It was as though the entire ruin had regained its life with the Heavenly Lord's awakening.
Liu Qingyan said softly, "He... seems to be the true master of these ruins."
Shen Xiu nodded, but did not answer.
Because all of his focus was fixed on the Heavenly Lord.
He discovered that although the Heavenly Lord's aura was vast, it carried an exceedingly strange sense of weakness.
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