But even the destiny gathering from all directions at Changfeng Man City and the Cyan Cloud Army on the battlefield could not overshadow the two brilliant auras at the center of it all.
They stood at the north and south, each apart.
One was as black as ink, the other a strange, blood-red hue.
"So that's how it is... I am that blood-red aura!"
This scene made Su Mu's pupils contract slightly. In this very moment, it resembled exactly what he'd seen the day his comprehension transformed and broke through to Hidden-Dragon Level during his Divine Travel in Cyan Clouds.
Wang Xuantian was that inky black aura, while he himself was the other, the eerie blood-red light.
The only difference—then, the gap in strength was clear, with the black aura far overpowering the blood-red; now, that distance was gone.
But seeing this scene once more caused Su Mu's heart to tremble, giving rise to a nameless wariness—it had been years since he'd witnessed that vision.
