「Three days later.」
"ROAR—"
A long, furious roar from a Flood Dragon echoed through the wondrous realm of the Ten Thousand Mountains, startling flocks of birds into flight and shattering the very clouds.
On Phoenix Peak, Fang Yang's heart shook. He looked up, his gaze sweeping across the sky.
He saw a massive, azure Flood Dragon in the heavens, erupting with a brilliant cyan light that nearly filled half the sky.
And high above it, a colossal hand that blotted out the sun and sky was pressing down.
The giant palm seemed to descend from beyond the heavens. Beneath it, phenomena like falling stars and Divine Islands swirled, glimmering with starlight—the manifestation of a Saint's Great Divine Technique.
It was like the five sacred mountains of the legendary Immortal Realm, profound and oppressive, looming high above as if capable of suppressing all creation.
At that moment, the faces of every living being within the Ten Thousand Mountains turned pale with terror.
