The three Primordial Gods stood frozen, their immortal eyes reflecting the swirling dance of nine cosmic authorities.
Ping Heng was the first to break the silence. His golden scales materialized unconsciously, weighing the impossibility before him. "If I hadn't seen it myself, I wouldn't believe it," His voice carried the weight of cosmic judgment. "No being was meant to hold this much power."
Hei Xuan's laughter boomed, shaking the Celestial Radiance Realm. His darkness-cloaked form trembled with barely contained excitement. "Hah! And yet here he stands!" He slapped his knee. "As expected from the son-in-law I choose."
Kong Xuan's aged fingers traced the rim of his wine cup, his galaxy eyes swirling with complex emotions. "You feel it too, don't you?" His voice dropped to a whisper. "That pressure."
