Under the protection of the Emissaries of Light, the atmosphere inside the cave eased slightly, but a tense aura still lingered in the air, thick like a clinging mist that refused to disperse. The mysterious warriors refocused their energy, continuing the ritual that concerned the fate of their clan and the future of the world.
The Mysterious Warrior Leader took a deep breath, his gaze growing ever deeper, as if he could see through the profound mysteries hidden behind this arcane ritual. Once again, he guided his Spiritual Power, which welled up from the depths of his soul like a trickling stream, growing purer and more powerful. The Spiritual Power flowed along his meridians, forming a faint golden halo around his body. The halo flickered erratically, resembling the twinkling of Xingchen in the night sky, and echoed the golden radiance within the cave.
The other mysterious warriors followed suit. Gritting their teeth and enduring the pain in their bodies, they channeled their Spiritual Power toward the statue. This time, their Spiritual Power was no longer chaotic as before; instead, guided by an invisible force, it became orderly. The Spiritual Power converged into streams of bright light, like golden threads weaving and darting across the cave, stitching together a magnificent and mysterious tapestry.
Chapter 129