A voice echoed from the sky dome, "You accuse me of meddling in the affairs of these juniors? And what of yourself? You, the great Ageless Celestial Emperor, consort with a demon of this chaotic age!"
An Ran gazed toward the heavens, her tone heavy. "Say one more word, and I will come up and cut you down!"
She had never been one for a war of words.
As her voice fell, two utterly different sacred auras commenced a standoff between heaven and earth. The ethereal Dao Rhyme was everywhere.
Throughout the Boundless Heavens, every cultivator from the celestial and human realms fell silent like cicadas in winter. They felt a tightness in their chests and a shortness of breath, oppressed by a profound pressure, as if the sky itself would collapse and grind all living things to dust at any moment.
