He spoke word by word: "Under his leadership, we, who were young at the time, gathered from all over Fusang, chose to resist with violence, and later rose quickly, almost relying on his strength alone to lead us out of that era with brute force and raise our flag."
As he spoke, a terrifying aura of iron and fire, seemingly emerging from a mountain of corpses and sea of blood, emanated from his withered yet upright figure. A look of dreadful killing intent appeared in his eyes, just like back in those days.
This aura swept through the shrine, repelling the cold sensations around as if encountering their nemesis. Many Spiritual Spirit Beasts that gathered from the Wilderness and hid in the dark retreated in panic, not daring to perceive the situation here anymore.
His voice seemed to merge with the wind and thunder, resonating within the shrine:
