บท 1641: The World in a Palm

A rumbling sound filled the air. The whirlpool was rotating, and a terrifying aura kept pouring out of it in streams. Around it, the void was collapsing while shafts of holy light shot out, dazzling all eyes. 

"What… What is that?!"

The Empyrean Fairy was struck dumb, and her breathing paused for a while. She felt she was completely enveloped by the aura. "A Saint of the Great Path!" A shock of cold went through her. "Is it time for the existence of this level to appear?" She should have thought of it, but she never expected it to happen so early.

The Queen Mother of the West hid in an auspicious cloud. The phoenix was spreading its wings, and she was ready to ask it to bring her back. Her desire for the Divine Artifacts was dispelled by the presence of a Saint. 'Now that a Saint is here, that evil man can no longer keep his Divine Artifacts…'