Since Yan Zhou and the others had settled on the Ascension Platform, the atmosphere below descended into deep silence.
As they were carried higher and higher by the colorful clouds and mist, inch by inch leaving the platform behind, no one dared to blink, their eyes locked on this once-in-a-century spectacle.
Chen Zhong knelt on the ground, his gaze rising, watching them transform from distinct figures to faint outlines, from discernible facial features to mere silhouettes. He didn't know how far they had flown until they became distant black dots, and only then did he seem to wake from his daze, shouting, "Ascending on clouds! Ascending on clouds!"
Buzz buzz buzz!
His shout jolted thousands upon thousands of people awake, and in an instant, there was a thunderous uproar. The priests were thrilled, full of longing and aspirations, while the mortals prostrated repeatedly, shouting long live!
