Sure enough... he had still drawn that one's arrival!
The last trace of color drained completely from Luohu's icy face at that moment.
That aura continued pressing down.
On Golden Ao Island, a million disciples could barely breathe.
The knees of the less powerful Outer Sect disciples had begun to tremble. A few even fell straight to their knees-not in worship, but because they could not withstand that terrifying might.
Someone in the crowd spoke in a trembling voice.
"Wh... who is this?"
Beside them, an older Inner Sect disciple swallowed, forcing the answer out of his throat.
"Who else could it be? Hongjun has come, of course."
Those words reached countless disciples' ears.
Although the Interception Sect no longer revered the Dao Ancestor, no one could deny Hongjun's power.
Silence.
Deathly silence.
Then someone swallowed.
"Dao Ancestor Hongjun?"
No one answered, nor did they need to.
Throughout this world, only that one could descend with such an aura.
Whispers began spreading from the edges of the crowd.
"It seems... that man really is Luohu."
Once a disciple voiced those words, everyone nearby involuntarily nodded.
"Exactly. Only Luohu's appearance could make Hongjun so restless that he would descend in person."
Rather than easing their unease, those words only deepened it.
One disciple instinctively took half a step back.
"In the past, the Dao Ancestor and Luohu were mortal enemies who would never rest until one of them died. Today..."
He did not finish.
But everyone supplied the rest in their minds.
I'm numb!
What the hell... Hongjun and Luohu have actually gathered on Golden Ao Island today?
Will this spark another battle that destroys heaven and earth?
As that thought arose, profound unease welled up in the hearts of most of the million disciples.
Golden Ao Island.
The foundation of