"We beseech the Divine Bird to descend and carry our ancestors to the Nine Heavens!"
Purple Wind Frost and Zifeng Jun shouted.
Their voices shot toward the peak of the Celestial Vault...
SCREECH!
A deafening, air-tearing sound suddenly ripped through the oppressive, black sky above the Holy Mountain.
Within everyone's line of sight, a white figure abruptly appeared.
At first, the figure was as faint as a grain of rice, but it moved with incredible speed, growing brighter and larger by the moment.
It transformed until it was as colossal as a towering mountain peak.
RUMBLE!
The mere beat of its wings stirred up violent gales. The winds howled, forcing the clouds on the horizon to part, some even being blown away completely.
WHOOSH... WHOOSH... WHOOSH...
With another beat of its wings, the Divine Bird descended upon the Holy Mountain Peak.
