After seeing that the people in the city had been toyed with to the brink of a mental breakdown, Ouyang stood on a rooftop and pulled from his robes the long-unused Basic Spell Arts: From Entry to the Grave.
He found the page he had prepared beforehand and frowned as he memorized the incantation and the circulation route for True Essence. Reading from the book, he raised one hand toward the sky and stammered, "Hea... heavens clear, earth bright, golden light, manifest!"
True Essence surged within him. An enormous golden light enveloped almost all of Pingcheng, shooting into the clouds and scattering the white clouds as though it had blasted a great hole through the sky.
Dispersing the clouds and driving away the rain, the golden light enveloped all of Pingcheng as though bringing illumination.
One extra-grade Golden Light Spell had cleared the sky and scattered the clouds. Wouldn't he be invincible if he could fire them in succession?
Ouyang smacked his lips and looked toward the crowd. This Golden Light Spell of his had produced obvious results.
The panic-stricken crowd stopped. Although they did not know what had happened, enveloped in that golden light, they felt warm all over, indescribably comfortable.
A piercing birdcall rang out, and an enormous Three-Colored Divine Bird spiraled down from the heavens along the pillar of light.
Bathed in the golden light, the Three-Colored Divine Bird brimmed with a sacred aura. Even the somewhat comical, center-parted feathers atop its head looked solemn and dignified.
On the Three-Colored Divine Bird's back sat a celestial maiden in a white dress.
How could her beauty be described?
It defied description!
This was the shared thought of every commoner who saw this Immortal.
They felt that any adjective used to describe the Immortal before them would be a