Chapter 845 War On the Brink

• At the very same instant, the solemn, austere Ancient Barsm God of the Absolute Origin Temple slowly rose as well.
• His monk’s robes billowed despite the windless night. Twin golden flames flickered in his eyes; faint layers of swirling currents rippled over his skin—the external manifestation of Barsm mastery so profound that only those who had plunged to its deepest depths could summon such a sign.
• In that heartbeat, deathly silence blanketed the field.