But then, an even more astonishing spectacle unfolded!
Two men suddenly spoke slowly from the sky.
"I am the new God of Twilight Light, Apollo!"
"I am Simbadra of the Nordic Immortal Palace, the light of the heavens!"
Crash! Crash! Crash!
As soon as their voices fell, the sky became radiant, figures appeared one after another, and finally Hades and Jacks, the two Divine Kings, manifested. They supported a colossal Air Island with their hands, steadily descending from the heavens.
On the Air Island, there was an edifice, entirely transparent and boundless—a palace of supreme correction.
Yang Chuan looked up, gazing across the sky.
There, a white-bronze chariot was leisurely moving forward, carrying a divine maiden draped in a pure white veil. As she gracefully stepped off the chariot, angels and elves surrounded Yang Chuan.
"Smile!"
Yang Chuan took the woman's hand and smiled faintly.
"Brother Qian!"
Jizhu leaned happily against Yang Chuan's side.
