章節 877: The Sword Raises, Us at Each End of the Bridge

An indescribable bout of awe-inspiring energy descended from the summit of Peach Mountain, enveloping the entire plateau.

All the people who were present felt an unearthly power.

Inside the Sacred Sedan, the Hierarch knelt without hesitation.

Ye Hongyu thought for a moment, then dropped from her seat into a kneeling position.

At first, Zhao Nanhai was about to reprimand her. Once he felt the mood shift, as well as the imposing presence of this bout of Sublime Heavenly Power, he did not dare to speak. He knelt on the ground with an expression of respectful solemnity.

Everyone in the Divine Hall of West-Hill were kneeling. Those from the South Sea were all on their knees. The Golden Tribe's national master, who had travelled hundreds of miles to the Peach Mountain to be part of the Rite of Light just to see the face of the heavens, had also solemnly knelt a long time ago.