At the foot of Saintlight Peak, the sky itself seemed to shift.

The golden warding array sealed the entire mountain so completely that not even the smallest gap could be seen.

That radiant barrier—reinforced by countless predecessors of the Celestial Basilica over tens of thousands of years—was now running at full force.

Golden runes flowed across its surface like living things, while a low, resonant hum spread through the air.

Yet before that dark figure, the seemingly unbreakable barrier gave way like paper.

The sight alone sent a chill through everyone watching.

Skylar stood with his hands clasped behind his back, suspended in midair.