The radiant light in the sky slowly dissipated, and the numbness on their faces finally faded. Inside the hall, the group cautiously opened their eyes, tears streaming down their cheeks as their reddened eyes adjusted to the scene.0

With the Unspeaking Bell leaving this realm, it took over ten breaths for the residual effects to completely vanish. The group finally regained the ability to speak, though Nian Yi's voice was hoarse, "Taiyuan True Monarch personally intervened... Truly a rare sight, even across centuries."0

This rarity was no exaggeration—records of Golden Core Realm cultivators acting directly were scarce, often tracing back a millennium.0

Zhang Yun, having performed the most reverent bow, slowly straightened himself. He tidied his robes, bowed three times toward the west as though deep in contemplation, then cupped his fist toward the group...0