When the myriad golden rays dissipated from the divine altar, when the daylight that illuminated the world and turned night into day receded.
The beings of Vermilion Bird Mountain beheld with their own eyes the form of an unprecedented "Divine Monarch."
This seemed like a "child," much like a newborn of heaven and earth, with skin like ice and snow, a body like uncut jade, suffused with golden light, untainted and pure.
In the bright forehead, a Pixiu's golden horn grew.
The glass-like body inhaled and exhaled the Dragon Soul of the Great Wilderness.
And deep within his eyes, black, white, and gold flowed, like a three-colored lotus of the Great Dao blooming.
The majesty of divinity, the compassion of humanity, and the slaughter of demonic nature merged into one, transforming into a transcendent supreme divine aura.
Before this, the millions of barbarian cultivators, perhaps believed in gods, but had never witnessed one.
