From the void, a streak of divine radiance shot forth, silent and impossibly swift.
It passed through the layers of golden buddha light surrounding Zhunti, through the barrier of laws cast by the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree, and even through the oceanic reach of Zhunti's divine sense, plunging straight into Luohu's sea of consciousness.
From beginning to end, Zhunti noticed nothing.
All he saw was a faint flicker suddenly crossing Luohu's iron-cold face.
It was the last shred of defiance Luohu still clung to despite his utter exhaustion and battered state.
That flicker vanished in an instant, so quickly it almost seemed an illusion.
Zhunti paid it no mind.
To him, Luohu was merely a spent arrow at the end of its flight. However unwilling he might be, he could no longer stir up any waves.
And yet.
That single streak of divine radiance struck Luohu's spirits, which had already sunk to rock bottom, like a scorching boulder hurled into water, instantly raising towering waves.
He could not have been more familiar with that aura.
Wine intent.
Rich, potent wine intent, carrying a hint of carefree abandon, yet imbued with an unquestionable certainty and composure.
It was Gu Changqing.
Deep within Luohu's dark-purple pupils, an indescribable light suddenly flared.
In that instant, all his panic, all his apprehension, and all his forebodings of imminent defeat and death receded like the tide.
In their place came an almost blind certainty.
It was unconditional trust.
Even Luohu himself found it absurd-he, the mighty Demon Ancestor, an existence of unparalleled defiance throughout the ages, had actually developed something akin to religious faith in a drunkard who spent his days intoxicated.
Yet that was the truth.
Because Gu Changqing never acted without purpose.
Since he had intervened at this moment and secretly transmitted this