The clouds of calamity completely disappeared.
At this moment, in Shangjing City.
From a distance, it looked like a mythical city forged by heavenly thunder and divine fire.
The sky above the capital of Great Xia was covered with flames and golden thunderbolts, while the ground shone with golden and crimson hues.
The terrifying fluctuations of magic in midair were visible, yet the cultivators and citizens within the city felt an immense sense of security.
All because they recognized that the golden thunderbolts were cast by their own National Uncle Hero.
"It's the National Uncle, the National Uncle has dispersed the calamitous clouds! Long live Great Xia! Long live the National Uncle!"
Someone on the ground suddenly shouted this.
Then, a tsunami of cheering ensued.
The little Taoist, hovering in midair and just having confirmed that the clouds of calamity were fully dispersed, was startled by this sudden commotion.
