Upon hearing Long Wang's words, one of the four phantoms slowly walked forward.
His skin was a dark golden color, covered with totems of varying sizes, like embellishments, yet resembling text.
His face had a single eye, with no other organs, covered instead by intricate patterns.
The dark golden eye held a sense of nobility, with countless tiny letters appearing and erasing around the pupil's outline.
Just by revealing his true form, he exuded an unimaginable presence.
Light seemed to materialize around him, rippling like flowing water on the totems on his body.
Those prodigies from various races who had been struck away by Long Wang's physical form finally managed to stabilize themselves.
Before they could react further.
As if summoned by an invisible force, they all simultaneously looked towards the dark golden figure, as if it was the center of the world.
Lofty, majestic, and divine—countless words appeared in their hearts.
