"The Xian God?"
With the god Zunba Helamu in his grasp, Chen Cuo washed him in the River of Time. He caught a thread linking past and present and understood just who the chief god the captive had mentioned was.
But his question went unanswered. Instead, another suffocating Aura Pressure descended relentlessly from the sky!
"My faith teaches people to do good. Its light has illuminated the night and guided countless millions for a thousand years, shining on past and future alike. Now it has spread east and is about to enter the Central Lands, bringing light to a land mired in darkness for millennia. Chen Fangqing, what gives you the right to stand in its way?"
At some point, layer upon layer of clouds had covered the Firmament!
The clouds blazed with color, rich and fierce as the fiery clouds of sunset. The flames born of human hearts seemed ready to ignite at any moment and spread across the sky!
The thousand cavalrymen, already hollowed out, burst into flames. Their bodies danced in the fire with a strange, awkward beauty, like some rite of worship!
Yet the worshippers cried out in agony. Their screams and wails intertwined, stirring turmoil in the heart that spread from thought to flesh!
Even Xiang Ran and the others, far away at the edge of the ruined site, felt their thoughts shift. An inexplicable fire pressed against their chests, demanding release!
A spark even sprang up in the depths of Chen Cuo's heart, ready to spread!
In the next instant, the Wisdom Sword severed the thought, leaving a rootless flame!
And that was not all. The Mind Daoist opened his palm.
"This land belongs to Dingxiang Commandery, the gateway to the Northern Lands. Yet you, a god from the Outer Regions, act as though