At some unknown moment, a pitch-black moon had appeared high in the distant sky.
Moonlight bathed the earth. Winter descended, and wind and snow swept across the land, abruptly yet harmoniously blending into the scene as though it had been this way since time immemorial.
First, an area hundreds of miles across, then thousands, and finally nearly ten thousand miles-all of it became exactly as he had proclaimed.
Across the land, countless disciples and rogue cultivators raised their heads as though sensing something, staring in bewildered astonishment at the moon that had suddenly appeared in the sky.
"What is that thing?"
"Did any of you hear something just now? It sounded like thunder?"
Since Fang Qianyuan had descended here through the will of his divine soul without manifesting a visible form, the vow he uttered had not reached their ears.
This was a majestic sound of laws approaching the Dao. As the saying went, the greatest sound was scarcely heard; mortal ears, mortal minds, and mortal consciousness could neither comprehend nor receive it.
Yet among them were people of exceptional wisdom and outstanding spiritual sensitivity who heard a tremendous roar like thunder.
Coupled with the changes in heaven and earth, it stirred a sudden intuition in each of them, and amid their daze, they understood.
"This is Venerable Fang's domain!"
"That moon is the manifestation of his will!"
They were familiar with this, and all assumed Fang Qianyuan had descended here once again to oversee the battle in person. Their morale soared at once.
What they did not know, however, was that this time, Fang Qianyuan was doing far more than merely presiding over the battlefield.
He was using a secret art to make a grand vow, permanently encroaching upon and altering this world's natural environment through his own will!