All of Dawn's leaders and powerful members watched their Sage. Although they had already anticipated something ominous, they could keep their composure as long as he was there.
The blood at the corners of his eyes and beneath his nose turned into red powder and vanished. It had already become completely necrotic and could no longer return to his body.
As he slowly rose before the garden's conference table, the wicker chair behind him slid back on its own.
Qin Xiaoxia was nowhere near as calm as he appeared to others. On the contrary, turmoil churned deep within him. Only his complete control over his bodily functions kept him from sweating and his heartbeat steady.
Had he been an ordinary person, his heart would probably have been racing off the charts by now. Anxiety and unease would have been the true picture of his state.
But by the time he stood straight, he had gradually calmed down.
"You may want to ask what I saw, but I think you already know the answer..."
Looking at the plainly anxious faces of everyone present, Qin Xiaoxia continued.
"A thousand years ago, we already knew this moment would come again sooner or later!"
"Anxiety? Unease? Perhaps. We aren't gods. We have people and things we care about, and naturally, we feel fear!"
The Mystic Realm Wall appeared at that moment, with transparent, glasslike surfaces emerging across it. They showed birds and beasts, flowers, fish, and insects in nature, as well as people young and old in human society.
There was laughter and weeping, prosperity and decline, peace and comfort.
"Look at the Dawn Seal in your palms."
His words carried powerful magic, and the Daybreak in everyone's palms emerged of its own accord.
"As the first ray of light born in the Darkest