A flick of the finger brings forth March, and above the cloud sea at the center of the Yin Yang Grotto Heaven, a gargantuan figure is suspended.
It is none other than the true form of Chen Sheng's Golden-Winged Roc—its immense wings spanning several thousand feet, nearly blocking out the sky and sun, each feather appearing to be forged from red gold, refracting blinding radiance in the rosy glow.
With a gentle flap of its wings, the entire Grotto Heaven's spiritual qi rushes in like a tide, continuously flowing into its slightly opened beak.
In the wake of the spiritual qi, the cloud sea churns into vortices, the jade ground emits white mist, and even the distant floating spirit plant islands quiver slightly, as if revering this emperor ruling the Grotto Heaven.
Suddenly, Chen Sheng's eyes slightly open, two beams of golden light piercing through the cloud sea, his throat lightly rolls as he exhales a breath imbued with extreme yin and yang.
