The triangular formation stood in opposition to the winds and clouds in the sky.
It seemed as if it was a reflection.
Within the formation, a powerful presence permeated.
Xu Zimei had no idea what it was, but just the might it exuded was enough to shock him.
It was clear that the three ancestors were under great pressure, their auras becoming more and more immense, more and more powerful.
The surrounding space was crumbling and destructing, unable to withstand this force.
"Open," bellowed the Heavenly Curtain War God.
The three of them spread their arms wide, forcibly prying apart the formation that had emerged.
The oppressiveness and power within it were unbelievable.
The changes in the firmament above seemed even more majestic now.
The winds and clouds stirred, the entire firmament changing color.
Fortunately, this was an independent small world, protected by a barrier, invisible to people outside.