Golden light widely scattered, dragon roars echoing.
The residual Buddha's Light Spirit that had lingered for years transformed into an anchor point, blazing flames ignited to form a portal. Eight dragon horses pulled a golden chariot out of the void, transforming this desolate mountain, barren for a hundred years, from a place dark and cold to one radiant with brilliance. Jing San took the reins and guided the golden chariot to a smooth landing. The Holy Light descending from the Heavenly Peak formed a canopy, enveloping the chariot above.
Xie Xuanyi silently sheathed his long sword, focusing his spirit as he watched the myriad divine lights gather and fall above the small pavilion.
He had lived two lifetimes.
It was the first time he had seen such a grand and ostentatious display.
At the moment the dragon roar sounded…
The identity of the newcomer became evident.
"Crown Prince."
