Yuan Buyu closed his eyes, waiting for the Dream Generation.
Zhou Xuan recalled the portrait of the ancestral deity Bi Fang once more, ensuring that every feature of the visage was flawless before he began to conceive the dream in his mind, clashing wooden fans together.
A sound of wood echoed in the ears,
Yuan Buyu felt a pressure descending from the sky, enveloping him and causing his hair to stand on end, as if it were the harbinger of divine thunder striking.
"It's the aura of a God!" Yuan Buyu opened his eyes and looked ahead, only to see the ancestral deity Bi Fang with hands clasped behind his back, standing a few meters in front of him.
However, the flame mark between Bi Fang's brows was still, lacking the vitality of agitation, and although he bore the semblance of immortal grace, it was just a façade, devoid of true divinity, not a trace of celestial bone to be found.
This deity, upon a single glance, was riddled with flaws.
"Tap! Tap! Tap!"
