Cangmang Mountain, the Divine Bow Sect's camp.
Ever since the giant gods descended, the Old Royal Army soldiers and the Divine Bow Sect members around the camp had kept their heads raised, gazing upward.
They witnessed the descent of the five gods with their own eyes, watched them leave, then saw the five deities return one after another, each holding a towering mountain, and sink into the tent, vanishing from sight.
Finally, they saw a sixth deity descend into the tent with a divine mountain held aloft, pursued by Heavenly Soldiers and Generals.
As the divine mountain descended, a force as mighty as mountains and seas swept over them. Everyone present was forced to their knees or flat on the ground; not one could remain sitting or standing.
The divine light faded, the giant gods vanished, and dawn broke.
Everyone slowly rose, staring blankly at Li Qingxian's tent.
Even now, none of them understood what had happened.
Even Zhou Hen was bewildered.
All they knew was that those six terrifying deities must have something to do with Li Qingxian.
After a long while, the dozen or so Old Royal Army officers and soldiers exchanged helpless looks. Could they really afford to offend someone like this?
Yue Xianghe, the cause of the entire affair, also stared dumbly at the tent, unable to speak for a long time.
The first ray of sunlight from the east parted the mountains and shone upon the camp.
Though it was winter, tender grass sprouted from the ground, glittering with dew.
Within ten li, green grass carpeted the earth.
Beyond those ten li, snow covered the ground, and the wild grass lay withered.
Everyone gazed at the lush green grass, shaken beyond words.
The tent flap lifted. Li Qingxian stepped out and stood at the entrance,