He whispered softly, and then his eyes sharpened as he completely released the restrictions on the Inner World.
The entire Golden Hall trembled slightly, as if it were experiencing a medium-sized earthquake.
The stars above the dome flickered intensely, suddenly brightening and dimming.
The golden Great Sun, concealed under the night, responded to the summoning of its ruling will, erupting with overwhelming pressure.
The core of the Great Sun spun rapidly, rumbling and vibrating, releasing layers of majestic coronal mass.
Hundreds of golden threads erupted from the sun's interior, spanning the heavens and earth.
Fang Cheng, seated on the throne, continued to focus his thoughts.
These rays quickly converged and compressed in the void, eventually forging into a golden arrow as solid as substance.
The arrow extended several hundred meters long, its surface ablaze with scorching True Sun Fire, exuding unparalleled dominance.
