Dong—
When the fourth golden wave swept forth, a grand, divine bell tolled between heaven and earth, as if heralding the arrival of the Supreme Being and demanding all creatures to bow their heads in praise of His name.
"Ugh—" Xia Feng groaned, unable to hold on any longer; he leaned forward and collapsed, his cheek pressing against the slender neck of the woman on the Divine Throne, his body going limp in Her embrace.
At that moment, the eyelids of the woman on the Divine Throne quivered, suddenly snapping open!
Those were a pair of sacred, pale vertical pupils, their gaze detached, as if looking down on the world with half-closed eyelids.
Dong—
The second bell tolled.
The flowers and grass of the entire Sealed Land began to grow wildly, blossoming into brilliant colors. The leaves of the World Tree that overshadowed the sky rustled gently, whisking sounds that seemed to bless and celebrate the rebirth of the Supreme Being.