The moonlight was torn into shreds by dark clouds, and the torches surrounding the altar flickered violently in the gale, stretching the shadows of the crowd into distorted, ghostly shapes.
Wu Tiance hovered ten zhang in the air, his black Daoist robe puffed out like a sail by golden light. The cries of thousands of followers pierced through the layers of clouds, converging from all directions into a golden torrent—this was the "Web of Kind Intent" he had spent a century casting across thirty-six prefectures. Every ounce of gratitude, reliance, and blind worship from his followers now surged through the causal threads and poured directly into his seven orifices.
"I am the Son of Heaven's Mandate!" he roared toward the heavens, his voice resonating like clashing metal and stone. "Born to align with the Heavenly Dao, sustained by the wishes of ten thousand people! Once this trial is overcome, the Laws of Heaven and Earth shall be carved with the name 'Holy Monarch'!"
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