There was one thing all sorcerers understood: while alive, a person could almost never see a true god.
Now, however, Zuo Guichuan had seen true divine light and glimpsed a divine figure emerging through the haze. He felt little excitement, only a strange sense of wonder.
Who would have thought this trick would work so well? Just before dying, I actually summoned a true god's manifestation. I wonder which deity has come.
At that moment, the people of the Rivers and Lakes present, along with the captured military officer from Yunlu Prefecture, were all too stunned to make a sound.
The sorcerer had toppled stiffly over the instant he finished casting, but the martial artists beside him had no clear idea what spell he had used.
As several people cried out and checked on him, light appeared. Everyone turned toward its source. Since they had heard no thunder, it certainly could not be lightning.
It was like a tiny lamp slowly brightening in the mist, gradually becoming a dazzling flame.
Then, amid that rather brilliant radiance, a man wreathed in golden light seemed to take a single step out of the mist and arrive beside them.
As he appeared, a flash of fire and a patch of white light emerged beside him. The fire revealed a boy standing on two flames; the white light, a woman whose long hair was entirely white.
Hui Mian lightly set both feet on a mountain rock. Golden halos rippled like waves where his toes touched down. Standing between Stoneborn and Mist Ghost, he revealed himself directly before everyone in Yunlai's divine body.
Wherever Yunlai's divine light reached, the mist shrouding the hiding place of those dozens of people retreated, as though a clear space had been purified out of it. Even the bone-piercing chill