Boom!
Rumble after rumble...
Countless thunderclaps reverberated endlessly from beyond the ninth heaven, rolling clouds spreading like a blooming sea of flowers!
The booming sounds rushed forth from the valley below, pounding like the beating of war drums, like a stampede of ten thousand horses!
“This!” Standing atop the mountain peak, Wu Dayong’s face turned pale from shock, nearly attempting to escape by flying away in a flash.
But when he glanced at the little girl beside him, who remained calmly composed, he forced himself to stop and, trembling, said, “That… Immortal Child, don’t panic. My lord, the Sacred Emperor, carries divine might. No matter the circumstances faced, surely there will be no harm.”
Lin Feng cast him a sidelong glance but said nothing, her eyes fixed tightly on the scene below.
Wu Dayong claimed not to be scared, but in his heart, drums of anxiety and fear beat wildly.
Since discovering the whereabouts of that wondrous treasure, he had been patiently guarding in Tianjing City for more than four hundred years.
Each passing day, that unease and reverence within him grew heavier by a measure.