The morning sky over the central city district did not merely brighten; it split wide open under the sudden, thunderous rumble of approaching cosmic laws.
Away from the high, hidden peaks of the Black Fire Academy, a roaring sound began to echo across the entire horizon, drawing tens of thousands of citizens, rogue cultivators, and wealthy merchants out into the open cobblestone avenues in a state of absolute, frantic commotion.
They looked up toward the mountain passes, and their faces turned entirely stark white in absolute, jaw-dropping shock.
Tony Clark was not making a quiet entry into the mortal world today. He was marching at the absolute vanguard of a colossal, high-tier war chariot forged from dark spiritual obsidian and wrapped in thick, glowing runes of the spatial void.
