The Void High Priest raised his right hand, and black light gathered in his palm. The light grew denser, darker, like a miniature black hole. He was preparing to use this strike to end Su Chen's life, and to end this invasion as well.
At that critical moment, Chen Hao, who was lying on the ground, suddenly opened his eyes.
His eyes were no longer ordinary black, but had turned gold, a gold as bright as the sun. His body was enveloped in golden light, warm and brilliant, driving away the darkness and cold in the hall like a newly risen sun.
"Sword of Light—Will of the Sun!"
Chen Hao sprang up from the ground. The Sword of Light in his hand erupted with dazzling golden radiance, and every inscription on the blade lit up. The light was even more intense than the Flash Bomb in the hall. His entire body was like a little sun, radiating endless light and heat.
The Void High Priest narrowed his eyes. That golden light made him uncomfortable. His Void Power and the power of light were natural counters to each other, like water and fire, unable to coexist.
"Impossible." For the first time, surprise appeared on the Void High Priest's face. "You're only a four-ring Soul Ancestor. How could you awaken Will of the Sun? That's a skill only a seven-ring Soul Saint can grasp!"
Chen Hao did not answer, because he did not know what had happened either. He only remembered that while he was unconscious, a light had appeared in his mind. That light was very warm, very gentle, as if it were calling to him. He followed the direction of the light and walked into a golden world, where countless specks of light danced in the air. Each speck of