The four pairs of Divine Wings fluttered gently like banners, the head of the golden crow shining brightly like a fiercely burning crown, and the Divine Monarch of Light sat upright on the divine seat as if enshrined.
The light was open and clear, solemn and dignified, like a proud sun illuminating all directions, able to pierce into the darkest corners of one's heart, possessing an authority that was both overwhelming and unfathomable.
Even An Yuanxi, a direct descendant of such status, could not help but be captivated by this imposing aura, feeling his heart suddenly contract, his whole body tense, and even his breathing involuntarily halted.
It was only because An Yuanxi's Dao Heart was stable and strong that he could withstand such proximity to the sun-like Divine Monarch, for any practitioner under the unity of spirit and intent would surely have been harmed by such soul-stirring authority.
