Awake

Immortal God Millman looked into the skies, only to have his expression change. Whether it was the beast or the fact he could see Nazaire standing atop of it, either one was enough to make him feel a deep sense of foreboding. His mind was in such a mess that he didn't even seem to notice that Dyon was the one standing at the forefront while Nazaire had simply taken a backstep. 

'Where the hell is Crane? What kind of beast is that? Is this some sort of hidden trump card of Pill Sword Mountain? That's impossible! We've had control of the sect for the last several billion years. Nazaire became nothing but a figurehead long ago due to his obsession with alchemy…. Unless!' 

Millman felt a cold shiver run down his spine.