Deep within the War God Academy, the War God Palace floated above the cloud sea of the Nine Heavens, like a divine court from Primordial Antiquity, anchoring the destiny of this land.
Over the past few days, the entire academy had fallen into an inexplicable state of agitation and oppression.
Every gaze, whether belonging to the gifted disciples in the open or the old monsters lurking in secret,
had turned, consciously or otherwise, toward the palace shrouded all day in chaos mists.
It seemed to be nurturing a god or devil capable of splitting heaven and earth.
"Rumble!"
Above that magnificent palace, the once-clear sky had become a spectacle of bizarre, dazzling colors.
Chaos aura surged like an ocean bursting its banks, amid the gray mists.
Nine utterly different Great Dao Laws transformed into nine Primordial True Dragons, churning, roaring, and fighting in the cloud sea before eerily merging together.
Golden sharpness, azure vitality, blue vastness, crimson explosiveness...
Nine-colored divine light intertwined, painting that stretch of sky in dreamlike hues, yet radiating a terrifying pressure that threatened to tear souls apart.
"Wh-what kind of phenomenon is this? Is Divine Son Ye practicing some Forbidden Secret Art?"
In the plaza below, a core disciple stood pale-faced, his body trembling slightly beneath the invisible pressure of the dao resonance.
He could feel that even a single wisp of aura escaping from that palace would be enough to crush his soul.
"No, he's creating an art!"
An old elder with snow-white hair and beard stared fixedly at the chaos phenomenon, astonishing divine light bursting from his cloudy eyes.
"He's trying to refine the nine origin Great Daos of heaven and earth into his unrivaled chaos physique, to create a Peerless Divine Ability that belongs to him alone!"
"What? Creating an art?!"
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