The illusory figures within the relic started to move.
Each of them gazed intensely, like moths rushing into flames, colliding straight into Chang Qing.
These collisions did not harm Chang Qing at all; instead, each disappearing figure made his aura grow more formidable.
Dazzling golden light illuminated the heavens and earth, Chang Qing held his hands out in the void, welcoming each approaching figure.
To the onlookers, Chang Qing's stature did not seem tall, yet at this moment, he appeared to tread the heavens underfoot.
The golden symbol glimmered at his brow, though dressed in simple villager's attire, he exuded an unparalleled nobility.
Witnessing this awe-inspiring scene, everyone present paused in their fight, staring blankly toward the field.
Clearly, their aura was stronger, and they were greater in number.
Yet where Chang Qing stood felt like the center of the universe, involuntarily drawing all eyes toward him.
