Within the World Rift, there were only changes between daylight and night, never stars, sun, or moon. Yet at this moment, an azure sun had appeared between heaven and earth.
It hung so close to everyone that the boundless light and heat pouring down made those present unable to endure it.
Most terrifying of all, the azure radiance shining in every direction was incomparably tyrannical, as if it meant to leave the world not even a crack in which to hide. It forcibly drove out every shadow from every corner of this World Rift.
Under the pressure of this power, an uncontrollable tremor rose from the hearts of every living being present. The two constructed wyrms sprawled on the ground, shuddering helplessly.
The blazing sun shone resplendently, its might illuminating heaven and earth.
The Frost Continent people felt as if they were being roasted alive. The fierce azure light passed through their crystalline jade armor and shone directly into their viscera, scorching them until they could scarcely bear it. One after another, they fell painfully to their knees, crying out in agony.
Nor was that all. Wisps of black vapor rose from their bodies, only to be swiftly burned clean away by the light.
The cultivators in the field, on the other hand, felt only some dryness and heat and suffered no great pain. Even so, terror inevitably showed on their faces. They could clearly sense that the azure sun contained an incomparably dreadful power, one that seemed capable of effortlessly destroying everything here.
After a brief silence, everyone suddenly heard ethereal celestial music drifting toward them. The sound drew ever closer, growing ever clearer.
Unable to help themselves, they followed the sound with their eyes and saw the figure of a young Daoist emerge from the azure light. Streams