The heart of the Sun Crow, the beast of Primordial Yang, God of a time long forgotten, was destroyed.
Its matter vanished, turned into pure aura, as the essence of all that was the Three-Legged Crow bled out of the corpse, coming into existence. The moment it did, the aura was far too strong for the world to contain, and it sought to change into a state where it could stabilize.
The strength of the aura at which it could stabilize was still at the peak of the Celestial grade. It was far stronger than anything else this world had seen in a long time, and Heaven shuddered in its presence.
Everyone sensed changes in their surroundings the moment it happened, though no one could tell for certain what was happening. Various Celestials looked toward the sky, noticing the imperceptible changes in their surroundings.
The sun glowed brighter that day, and despite it being a winter month, the heat that surrounded them almost made it feel like summer.
