In the dead of night, beneath the Sky Domain.
Normally, save for a round moon and the glow of a thousand homes,
But now, a streak of blazing red burned across the sky like a second sun.
This streak of fiery red—
Stood tall like a divine spear, surging with unstoppable momentum, as if cleaving the fabric of night itself.
Ready to overturn the heavens!
Beneath that crimson brilliance, cultivators all looked up, faces solemn and tense.
This energy—
Just whose aura could it be?
The air was thick with imperial majesty and the intent of reincarnation—
And what seemed to linger everywhere in this world, hidden and elusive: the Power of Law.
Even in the whole Middle Latitude Region, no one like this exists!
There are royal families in the Middle Latitude Region, sure.
But under the relentless pressure of the myriad sects, even the most fortunate royalty barely scrape by as second-rate powers.
