At the foot of Saintlight Peak, the whole sky seemed to turn.
The golden warding array sealed the entire mountain peak so tightly that not a gap showed anywhere. That radiant barrier had been reinforced by countless Celestial Basilica predecessors over tens of thousands of years, and now it was running in a frenzy.
Golden runes moved across its surface like living things, while a low buzzing hum spread through the air. But in front of that dark figure, the barrier that looked impossible to break came off like paper.
The sight alone sent a chill through everyone watching.
Skylar stood with his hands behind his back, feet planted in the void. His black clothes snapped hard in the wind. He was not deliberately releasing any pressure. Even so, the invisible weight around him made the air for a hundred miles lock up and go still.
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