The grey hues of the aurora borealis were offset by a singular dazzlingly unforgettable color signifying the Aspect of Extraction. The Ascendant Emperor's majestic words crashed against the hearts and souls of every living existence, and they stirred all sorts of colorful and unexpected reactions, especially as an invisible, unfathomable timer was silently placed upon each of their hearts.
A wish!
Normally, as cultivators, the ephemeral concept of a wish was far too unreliable and outrageous to believe in, oftentimes being a mere fantasy described in fantastical stories, and they were heard to trust at first glance, yet each syllable they heard in their minds was attached by a formless guarantee, as if whispering into their hearts that regardless of their desires, as long as it was within the realm of possibility, they could achieve it by utilizing this wish.