Inside the grand hall.
All the Heavenly Destined Children knelt down, devout and frenetic, as if virgins awaiting their sovereign, even the most secretive Path-Scenic Land had voluntarily opened, allowing others to enter and exit at will.
Within that bolt of thunderous light, a silhouette gradually appeared.
It was a middle-aged man, his God Woe attire draped in blue imperial robes, with every step taken, silent blue lightning released, and behind him, the phantom images of myriad Thunderbirds followed.
Thunder Emperor!
At this moment, amidst the crowd, Ao Wushuang looked around at the people, feeling inexplicably nervous.
Damn, why has everyone opened their Daoist Scenery...
If I don't open mine, I'll definitely be singled out...
But there are too many things inside my Daoist Scenery, five statues, the Black Small Tower, the burning Black Lamp — if someone discovers them, who knows if I can still survive!
He steeled himself and slowly opened his Daoist Scenery too.
