A cheerful chime echoed across the stratosphere.
It was not the sound of cracking bone. It was not the boom of extinction thunder.
It was the joyous, ringing tone of celestial bells, accompanied by the gentle strumming of divine zithers.
High above the Central Heavenly Capital, the three-thousand-mile vortex of black clouds did not explode with violence. Instead, the swirling edges softened like whipped cream.
The pitch-black gloom dissolved into shimmering layers of peach blossom pink, imperial gold, and radiant jade green.
The terrifying tribulation storm had completely transformed into a sea of auspicious Nine-Colored Golden Merit Clouds.
Flocks of glowing white cranes, woven from pure condensed origin qi, formed synchronized patterns across the sky. They dipped and soared through the rosy mist, trailing golden ribbons that dissolved into glittering stardust over the city rooftops.
On the summit of Mount North-Star, Supreme Ancestor Sima Kun nearly dislocated his jaw.
