On a stormy night, the Hongyi Cannons were difficult to move, and the best strategy was to rest in place.
Chen Shi walked through the wind, which roared like an ox, deafening the ears. The wind was pitch black, making it hard to tell direction, and every now and then massive stones flew past, driven by the gale, striking with a force far exceeding tens of thousands of jun.
He pressed forward leaning on his magnificent canopy, which occasionally burst forth with a ray of light to shatter the incoming boulders.
The small temple floated behind the back of his head, illuminating the surrounding area, and his own vital energy condensed a Wind Settling Talisman above his head. Wherever he passed, the hurricane ceased, leaving a fathom-wide space where he could take shelter.
The sky was a sheet of darkness, the moon invisible, making it impossible to determine direction. Yet sunlight shone from the back of his head, allowing him to judge his bearings by the sun and moon of the Huaxia Divine Continent--after all, when he turned, the sun and moon of the Huaxia Divine Continent did not rotate with him.
There were also some powerful evil spirits in the wind that cast greedy eyes on Chen Shi, repeatedly trying to approach and devour him, only for their vision to blur suddenly and find themselves appearing inside a small temple, sitting upright upon the divine shrine.
The evil Qi on the bodies of the spirits was refined away until seven or eight parts were gone, whereupon they were tossed out into the wind, waiting for the next evil spirit to come knocking.
The light emitted by the small temple behind Chen Shi's head could only illuminate three or four paces' distance; shining any further ahead revealed only pitch-black nothingness.