Yun Lintian's spirit, on the verge of collapse, steadied. The overwhelming grief was pushed back by a surge of defiant hope. He was not alone in this fight!
Nian Shi, forced to halt his attack, looked at the assembled Divine Beasts. A flicker of surprise crossed his features, quickly replaced by a cold, disdainful sneer.
"Divine Beast Souls?" he mocked, his voice laced with contempt. "The remnants of a bygone era. Pathetic guardian spirits. If I had come unprepared, I might have needed to expend some effort. But did you truly think I would invade the potential vessel of the new Creator without accounting for the trash he's collected?"
He raised his right palm. On it, complex golden patterns began to glow, spinning into existence. They emitted an aura that was utterly alien to Nian Shi's temporal power—an aura of absolute order, of fundamental law, of pristine… Creation.
