"...An ancient tree, two sides confront each other, wars occur repeatedly, attracting youths from Wuling, Silver Saddle White Horse rides the spring breeze! Six paths battle fiercely, Seven stars hang overhead, Good news comes from all directions, Jiuyou gather warriors, a journey of a hundred thousand miles!"
The melodious and deep voice echoed in the First Hall, resonating with the murals carved on the walls portraying the history of wizard struggles, emitting an aura of awe.
On the terrace, in the corridors, and in the hall, the wizards who had been silent seemed to sense something at that moment, all raising their heads. Almost simultaneously, the voice echoing in the hall rose abruptly:
"...Facing the greatest terror in the world with minimal Dao practice is a symbol of courage!"
A blue flame appeared abruptly in mid-air, illuminating the wizards below wearing blue robes, their solemn expressions raised.
