"Roar!"
A majestic sound echoed across a thousand-mile radius, bringing all creatures within to bow in submission.
The dying Winged Tiger Barbarian King knelt on the ground, murmuring:
"Sky Eye! Spirit of the Blue Sky! Please assist us... in returning home!"
Not long ago, he had received a segment of a codex known as the "Ancient Sky Ballad" in his dreams.
He guessed that it was the courage of the barbarian tribes that drew the attention of the Spirit of the Blue Sky to them, trapped in this world, hence the divine assistance via a dream to pass on the cultivation technique.
However, the cost of using this technique was his life.
Now, although he was dying, he faintly saw a glimmer of hope for the barbarians to escape from this place.
After the roar.
The clouds surrounding the Big Eyeball turned a brilliant gold, with millions of Golden Lightning bolts chaotically shooting through them.