Wu Tian turned his palm over, and the black lotus vanished.
He looked at the ground ahead. Waves of spiritual power, almost solid enough to take form, surged in his palm, carrying the power of laws within them.
A few seconds later, the spiritual power gradually faded, leaving behind a faint wisp of black mist in his hand.
The black mist seemed to possess a life of its own. Bound by the spiritual power, it repeatedly charged about wildly, as though trying to break free.
"What is this?"
Wu Tian curiously examined the wisp of black mist in his hand. This was what had been produced when he forcibly reversed the traces from their state of destruction.
He had never seen this kind of... energy before. Indeed, calling it energy was not inappropriate, but it was completely different in nature from spiritual power.
Spiritual power filled every corner of the world. It was akin to the foundation of the world itself, possessing an immensely strong capacity to encompass all things.
As for this black mist... it was filled with an aura of chaos and madness. Anyone wishing to use such energy would certainly suffer its corrosion.
Simply put, they would basically all be lunatics—the kind with something wrong in their heads.
After thinking for several minutes, Wu Tian still failed to find an answer.
Even Mount Sumeru's records had never contained any information related to this black mist.
Wu Tian sighed softly and clenched his hand. The black mist instantly shattered.
The Tianlan Continent was vast and boundless. It was perfectly normal for strange things to appear. This black mist, for instance, might have been something left behind from ancient times.
After passing through all manner of fortunate coincidences, it had been acquired by someone, and after a series of