"Roar!"
A fierce sun rose from the central Stone Tower of the tribe, a golden heavenly horse standing in the void. The horse, with tens of feet long golden wings spread wide, flames dancing under its hooves and seemingly burning golden flames on its body, emitted a strong aura. The Dao of Supreme Yang cultivated by the heavenly horse tribe was the nemesis of dark races, an extremely potent poison for the Ghost Tribe.
The golden fierce sun rose, its intense blood energy bright like a blazing sun, illuminating the earth, sweeping away the despondency that had plagued the Gu Yuan Tribe for these past days. The icy fear in the hearts of the tribe people was eradicated, and long-lost warmth returned.