"Is this the divine might of the Great Saint?"
Around the Heavenly Moon Osmanthus Tree, forty or fifty cultivators from different factions still stood. They watched helplessly as lightning bolts rained down from the sky with pinpoint precision. Not a single Xuanyang Sect Disciple escaped; once struck, they perished on the spot.
An involuntary chill ran down the spines of these cultivators. Indeed, the Great Saint truly exists within this Heavenly Moon Secret Region.
They couldn't help but look towards the dark, lightning-filled clouds. Within them, a tall, phantom-like figure seemed to be looking down upon the entire land with a dignified gaze. The phantom held a black iron rod, emanating an aura of stern authority and domineering presence. It bore a striking resemblance to the statue within the Great Saint Temple.
"This is the Great Saint."
Upon seeing this, the cultivators were so moved that they knelt on the ground.
"CHATTER CHATTER..."
