BANG!
Three draconic thunderbolts materialized in the skies as Abstract Sword Immortal completed his solemn oath.
They were utterly devastating in appearance, each a spectacle of raw power: a midnight-black bolt, a blood-crimson streak, and a ghastly gray-white flash.
All three bore an eerie presence, unnerving to the common and even the supernatural eye, their very existence a testament to the might of the heavens.
A crushing aura, emanating from the very will of the Heavenly Dao, descended upon the assembled immortals.
Though largely elusive to the raw, untamed power of nature's forces, it was impossible to wholly escape the cosmic order's immutable tether—an entity from which the Heavenly Dao itself was birthed, an ancient and unyielding force.
