The wind rose.
The dense fog that had shrouded the Sea of Knowledge for tens of millions of years was blown away at that moment by a gentle, refreshing breeze. Apart from the uppermost layer of mist suffused with a faint golden glow, the entire Sea of Knowledge became vast and open.
The arcanists who had risked their lives to enter the Sea of Knowledge had already had their minds frozen by one spectacle after another. Now they could see tens of thousands of Void Creatures around them breaking through the surface, and their gazes could reach straight to the far side of the horizon. For the first time, the mysterious Sea of Knowledge revealed its true face because of arcanists.
Wind rose on the Time Continent as well. The Gold Arcanists lifted their heads and watched as the Golden Rain flowed neither upward nor downward, but sideways, rotating along the Time Continent. Seen from above, it was like strokes of golden ink crossing the black-and-white earth, painting the entire Time Continent in the colors of time, dazzling, grand, and soul-stirring.
This was probably the first time since the birth of the Time Continent that this land had welcomed a full rainfall. The whole world was caught in time's turning.
And not only the Void Realm. Blood Moon, Gospel, Paradise, Starry Sky... whether it was day or Dark Night, clear skies or a downpour, the ground or the Abyss, all things in the world swayed slightly. Their souls were brushed by the wind, the strings of their hearts were plucked, and even the Spell Spirits stopped crying, closed their eyes, and sank into this breeze against their faces.
This was the breeze stirred up by the Supreme Wing. When it gathered, its feathers could seep into every corner. The whole