669 The Light of the Southern Sky (2/2)

The light was the holy light while the heat was absolute heat.

Countless streaks of light and heat were given off from the Hierarch Lord; his figure seemed to have turned into an oil lamp.

The long scepter in his hand was like the wick of an oil lamp.

Light and heat meant burning and the burning of the oil lamp was transferred over to the burning wick, becoming a flame of a specific shape.

The flame was a column of light.

A holy column of light emerged from the tip of the scepter and pierced through the top of the chariot, lighting the skies above.

The southern sky wasn't covered by the black clouds. It was unbelievably blue with a few dots of white clouds floating. When the column of light reached the skies, the azure blue skies brightened up immediately.

The few clouds that dotted the sky had blocked off the light. Its edge seemed to have been plated with gold and was suppressed. They fell from the skies and landed on the Wilderness.

There was only one color left in the once blue and white sky. Or rather, there was no more color, only light.

Absolute light was a simple visual sensation. The Wilderness now had hundreds of thousands of humans. They all lifted their heads to look at the bright sky but felt as if they were looking at a infinitely rich world.

That world wasn't the true heaven; it was only a spiritual induction. The limitless riches that they saw weren't physical objects but rather, it was the projection of countless human emotions under the powers of Haotian.

The image now had already surpassed what the mortal world had imagined of the cultivation world. It had surpassed even the highest state of cultivation. This was no longer a Divine Skill but instead, a divine miracle!

The hundreds of thousands of people from the West-Hill Divine Palace coalition army knelt on the cold ground of the Wilderness, kowtowing to the bright skies. This was something that only appeared in mythological classics.

The expressions on their faces were of shock, respect, excitement, and fear. Then they turned into absolute piousness and passion. Earlier on, the appearance of the Daughter of Yama as well as Ning Que's 5 arrows had caused panic and fear within them, but now, they had reaffirmed their beliefs and gained a vast amount of courage.

In contrast, after the azure sky had been lit up, the Desolate Man's tribe was at its lowest. The injured warriors that were about to die looked at the skies in the south. They had an expression of despair; no one was singing and even Tang's face was somewhat bleak.

”Is this the legendary Tianqi?”

Ning Que asked as he looked at the chariot that was under the column of light and the huge figure in it.

”No, Teacher's Tianqi back then wasn't like this.”

Sangsang said before coughing in pain.

The light from the southern skies in the Wilderness landed near the Desolate Man's tribe. Naturally, it also landed on her.

A few wisps of white smoke appeared from her black fur coat. She looked as if her body was burning but there wasn't any burning smell.

She looked at the light in the southern skies; a timid look shone in her eyes.

Ning Que felt a wave of sourness going past his heart as he looked at her furrowing brows. He extended his hands to embrace her.

Just as his finger touched her, a layer of ice appeared on his fingernails.

The intense pain spread from his fingertips to his sense of perception. Ning Que gave off a muffled sound as his entire right hand was frozen solid. The ice was crawling up to his shoulders.

The cold aura within Sangsang's body had already awoken fully and was spreading outwards.

Ning Que should release his hands now but he didn't want to. The Great Spirit within him revolved quickly and became the Haotian Divine Light. It instantly melted the layer of ice on his shoulders as he swept Sangsang into his embrace.

Sangsang's hair swept across his face and more streaks of ice appeared.

His lips were covered with frost as his voice trembled and was unclear, ”If it is too painful, do not do it.”

The light of the southern sky landed on Sangsang's body, burning her body and heart as well as her soul. The cold aura within her body didn't stop freezing her body, heart and soul.

This was a painful process.

Ning Que embraced her tightly, the layer of frost over his body was slowly melted by the Great Spirit in his body. It then condensed and pierced right to the bone again. He was in pain too but he knew it was even more painful for her.

Sangsang's body trembled intensely as she seemed to be in much pain. She squirmed even harder in Ning Que's arms just like when she wanted to find safety and warmth in him years ago.

However, the light was everywhere and she had nowhere to hide. The cold aura within her was something that she couldn't hide from. She could only continue to suffer between the extremes of heat and cold.