บท 778: A Spot of Brightness Amongst the Black Mountain and White Waters

The pillar of light did not come from the stars, but from the unknown world even further away. When it hit the ground, it was only one zhang in radius. From this, one could tell just how condensed it was.

Only the purest and most powerful of energies, perhaps coming from one of the gods of legend, could produce such a condensed beam of light.

This beam of light appeared very much like the Sacred Light of the Orthodoxy, but the Demon Lord knew that it was not, as did Chen Changsheng. They both knew where this light had come from.

Within the hallowed pillar of light, the Demon Lord's clothes fluttered. The shattered landscapes on the Demon Lord's face were completely washed away as the Demon Lord began to rapidly age.

At some point, the stone seal that was a Heavenly Tome Monolith had left the bounds of the pillar of light, and quietly floated in the air.