Just as the golden light began to emanate, it enveloped Earth, allowing everyone on the entire planet to see it clearly.
Almost simultaneously, everyone knelt down, believing that the heavens had opened their eyes, while those believers thought this was because the Divine had manifested.
At this mont, Glasses looked up towards the sky. Upon seeing the shimring golden light, a slight smile appeared on his lips.
"Damn, I thought a man as heroic and wise as myself would die here. How could that be? Big brother, oh big brother, have you finally returned at this critical mont?"
Glasses' body flashed, dodging to the side.
However, the others were not as lucky as Glasses. Having no strength, they were all overwheld by the tremoring beast tide.
Wherever the beast tide passed, whether it was buildings, ancient objects, or mountainous lands, everything was utterly destroyed.
As for humanity, they were completely devoured.
Those who were swallowed looked up unwillingly, not understanding why, when the heavens opened their eyes, they were still slaughtered.
But such is the unfairness of the Dao of Heaven.
Those still alive watched as their loved ones died before them, feeling imnse sorrow, while they could only flee wildly in all directions.
Though they ran quickly, how could they possibly escape the charging fierce beasts?
As the entire Earth was engulfed in the most powerful slaughter, above the Purple Bamboo Garden, the golden light grew more intense.
Finally, the golden light turned into a seven-colored hue.
As the seven colors emitted a gentle glow, they also exuded a sharp and fierce aura.
When the seven-colored light fully shone, a dragon roar resounded from the Purple Bamboo Garden.
"Roar."
This sound was earth-shaking, causing the ground and mountains to tremble, and all the rampaging beast tides to shudder, their speeds vastly reduced.
Even the distant mountains collapsed completely due to this sound.
Under this sound, the black sea water began to clear, although the recovery was slow, it was better than before.
anwhile, the beast tides that lined up in straight lines, once all this had happened, the fierce beasts with weaker cultivation power began to go mad.
After the madness ca their explosive deaths.
All at once, those still running were both shocked and delighted by the scene unfolding in the sky.
Everyone stopped, whether believer or non-believer, they all knelt down, continuously bowing towards the heavens.
But now, the object of their gratitude was no longer the Divine, but the mighty heavens above.
"Thank you, Lord of the Sky, we beg you, kill all these invaders, we beg you, return to us our blue sky, our magnificent rivers and mountains, our peace."
"We just want to live well, we only hope our families are safe, only hope for a quiet life uninterrupted."
"Lord of the Sky, if you can, please stop this disaster that has lasted for months, we can no longer endure, we are truly exhausted, exhausted to the point of death."
"..."
Cries of mourning and gratitude, or those of pleading, echoed in every corner of Earth. Seemingly in response to their pleas, another dragon roar sounded from the sky.
"Roar."
At this sound, those fierce beasts that weren't particularly strong exploded again, dying en masse.
Seeing this, the people were moved to tears with gratitude, none of them expected to survive.
At this mont, they concluded that whoever intervened was surely the manifestation of the majestic heavens.
As for the Divine, it was ignored by everyone.
This dragon roar was exceptionally long, and once it faded, a flood dragon erged from the sky, and then its figure slowly dissipated, revealing a silhouette.
This figure was none other than Ye Feng, who had been asleep for several months.
Upon seeing Ye Feng soaring in the air, everyone was dumbfounded. So people even thought in their hearts, could this be the Lord of the Sky? How could he be so young?
This thought had barely surfaced when it was imdiately quashed by various voices.
"Greetings, Divine."
All the believers bowed in unison to Ye Feng.
As Ye Feng's believers, they didn't need to distinguish much, they could directly sense in their hearts that the one above was their Divine, the God they worshiped, who would save them in tis of crisis.
Hearing the believers' calls, Ye Feng's heart stirred slightly, his eyes scanning around, in the blink of an eye, encompassing the entire Earth.
Seeing the devastation and desolation of Earth, Ye Feng's heart was filled with mixed emotions, a complexity that made him deeply uncomfortable.
The ground was covered with blood, with severed limbs and shredded bodies everywhere, pools of blood, collapsed buildings, destroyed forests, polluted seas and lakes.
All of this exuded an incredibly powerful aura of destruction. He didn't know how many people had died to cause such a bloody scene.
Looking at those below bursting with survival instinct, his heart felt as though it was being cut repeatedly by a knife.
This pain, even with Ye Feng's Heart Realm of the Lord Realm, was profoundly felt.
This was his ho, unexpectedly transford into this state by a war; in his mind, images of Mad Dragon and others appeared.
Ye Feng swore that once he saw any of Mad Dragon's group, he would use all his ans to kill them completely.
In the blink of an eye, Ye Feng awoke from his contemplation, waved his big hand, and a swath of golden light flashed from above.
Everyone who hadn't died, regardless of the severity of their injuries, was healed to perfection under this golden light.
As for those who had died, with Ye Feng's current state, reviving them was clearly not possible.
Since experiencing that battle, his cultivation had drastically reduced, this reduction's level required both ti and the Power of Faith to recover. Once reaching these two points, he could unconditionally return to the Lord Realm.
Looking at the people below, Ye Feng raised his hand and said: "Please rise."
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