As the blessed land took shape, a figure appeared within the Divine Gate.
That person wore garments of unknown origin, every inch of his body embedded with treasures. His belt was a Supreme Spiritual Treasure, his clothes were Supreme Spiritual Treasures, his boots were as well, and so were his rings...
It could be said that from head to toe, this person was covered entirely in Supreme Spiritual Treasures.
As he stepped out, the aura spreading from him swept outward, carrying faint purple qi and a trace of tyranny. "My Spirit Treasure subjects, your emperor has returned..."
As he spoke, strange ripples emerged, and great artifacts throughout the Primordial World began to hum one after another.
Across the vast Primordial World, who knew how many spirit treasures, how many grand artifacts, how many Dao-Proving Grand Artifacts cultivated by cultivators began to buzz and hum.
It was like a call, like a roar, like a cheer...
Countless spirit treasures shot toward that Daoist like streaks of light, charging toward that mysterious cultivator.
The cultivator wore a faint smile. With a casual grasp, Dao rhythm spread forth. "My subjects, come to me..."
At that call once more, countless spirit treasures boiled over. The artifact spirits within many grand artifacts refined by cultivators now seemed unable to control themselves, wanting to rush toward him.
Many cultivators found it impossible to restrain them. Feeling the treasures they had refined vanish, they instantly cried out in grief. Moreover, some cultivators' spirit treasures, forged through the concentration of their minds, simply left them, inflicting severe backlash upon them. Within the Primordial World, quite a few cultivators coughed up blood—their spirit treasures were gone.
The same situation now appeared within Kunlun.
Chen Yang's expression was grave. With a sweep of his sleeve, the Astral Formation concealed everything.