Patriarch Wind Guardian bowed his head and said, “Heed the godly orders!”8

No outsider knew the details. But all Wind Guardians knew who they exercised faith in. It was a specific god. That god had given them life, and had also given them their mission. And thanks to the soul fluctuations they could sense, they knew for a certainty that the god in question... was right in front of them.29

It wasn’t their place to consider why the god was in this specific form, or seemed limited in power. Gods were gods. Hē could create myriad things and take myriad forms.5

As the words left the patriarch’s mouth, he settled down cross-legged and closed his eyes. Reaching out with his right hand, he pushed the small circle on his forehead. Soul fluctuations pulsed off him and merged into the black wind.1

At the same time, chanting drifted out of the Captain’s mouth.1

“Heaven and earth coexist, the black wind burns the god on cue; assimilate the nine daos, form that which is real and true!4

“The dark altar is not covered, memories of the sea given berth; the soul is one, connected to the origin of heaven and earth!”5

His voice seemed ancient, and full of a mysterious will. The moment it echoed out, the entire Greenhair Badlands seemed...0