Just as everyone stood stunned by this marching lyric, unparalleled through all the ages, an exceedingly obscure yet immense power descended from the heavens.
Only scholars could sense those fluctuations in the world's primordial energy. The power was so immense that it had to act with extreme care, for the slightest misstep could destroy the entire Great Parade Ground.
Many raised their heads toward the sky and saw a strange expanse of rippling water shimmering overhead. It radiated an unusual aura, enveloping everyone present who bore the effects of "The River All Red: Wrath Bristling Beneath My Crown."
Liu Shan and a handful of others were exceptions.
At that moment, even those who were not scholars sensed the strange power surrounding them. It was majestic and supreme; they could not muster even the slightest thought of resistance and could only stand frozen in place.
Many exchanged meaningful glances, guessing which sacred object's power had descended.
Only a few knew that this was no single sacred treasure descending. Rather, the many sacred treasures and Sacred Books housed in the Sacred Academy's various halls had all stirred at once, a spectacle second only to the legendary descent of the Hundred Schools.
That strange watery radiance in the sky was the manifestation of countless powers of Sainthood converging. Only Half-Sages could see the principles of law interweaving within it and the Heavenly Way sweeping through in purification.
The supreme power lingered on and on. Some felt like weeping but had no tears, for every one of them felt that it saw through them from head to toe, inside and out, as though they were standing naked in the Great Parade Ground.
Others, however, wore smiles. Even though they had yet to shake off the anger and heroic fervor of "The River All Red,"