The silence that followed the manifestation of the Supreme Trinity was absolute, a heavy, suffocating blanket that draped over the hundreds of millions of spectators in the Divine Arena.
It was as if the laws of physics had been suspended; the air became stagnant, and the very concept of sound seemed to have been erased.
They stared at Shen Haoran, whose tri-color aura—silver, purple, and gold—pulsated with a rhythm that felt like the beating heart of the universe itself.
The pressure was so overwhelmingly oppressive that many in the stands felt the oxygen being squeezed from their lungs, their bodies instinctively trembling before an existence that had surpassed the boundaries of a mortal genius.
Down in the arena, the remaining Crowns were the first to feel the full weight of this transformation.
For a few heart-pounding seconds, they were paralyzed by a primal, ancestral fear.
