At White Dew and Autumn Equinox, Metal Reached Its Peak; Seven Days Past Cold Dew, Metal Still Held Sway

Yi Shuyuan was not the only one who heard that sound. All one hundred and eight divine beings within the formation heard it, as did some in the Heavenly Realm whose cultivation was profound or whose spiritual perception was unusual.

The Heavenly Emperor flew out of the Divine Empyrean Hall and gazed toward the Celestial River with a slight frown. Beside him, White Robe wore a grave expression. As the Morning Star Lord, he was even more sensitive to the metal energy at this moment.

Within the Demon-Subduing Palace, Yunlai looked toward the distant Star River. Even the Little Marten's physical body, tucked inside his robes, had its brows tightly knitted in sleep.

Within the Celestial Weaving Palace, Zhuo Qing briefly lost focus, and the dozen or so golden needles controlled by several Weaver Maidens faltered as well. One needle flew over and pricked Zhuo Qing's fingertip.

"Ah! Immortal, I'm sorry! My ears suddenly rang, and I lost focus."

The Weaver Maiden controlling the golden needle immediately panicked.

"It's all right. I lost focus too. What was that sound?"

It sounded like the plucking of pipa strings-

Within the Mountain and River State Map, the dozens of damaged Immortal Dao Ruins Furnaces bearing wounds from the Heavenly Dao had already been extraordinary enough. Now the energies of heaven and earth added fuel to the fire.

This metallic ringing sounded like a sword's song or a saber's cry, yet also like a vast army advancing with halberds in hand.

At that moment, along the stretch where the Mountain and River State Map connected to the Celestial River, even the star power seemed to boil, merging with the boundless metal energy.

Rumble, rumble, rumble...

The Mountain and River State Map had always excelled in water and could readily command the power of