Wind was a thing of airy grace.
It dwelled above the Nine Heavens and roamed the four corners of the world.
At times wild and violent, at others light and gentle, it was the most commonplace thing in the world, yet also the hardest to grasp.
In the Mountain Sea World, wind refined to its utmost had another name: immaculate!
What Luo Chen wanted to harvest was the finest essence of Heavenly Wind—Unforgiven Heavenly Wind!
According to legend, this Heavenly Wind was perilous beyond compare.
Wherever it passed, humans and demons alike could scarcely survive, nor could livestock. No matter how mighty their qi and blood, none would be spared beneath its Adamantine Wind.
Even the experts of the Great Cataclysm Realm who had cultivated Flawless Golden Bodies dared not touch too much of it.
Luo Chen's confidence rested in his True Spirit Body, comparable to that of a being from the Great Wilderness!
After ten years of recuperation and study of the Path of Qi and Blood, his once-precarious body had stabilized. Ordinary Adamantine Wind could no longer harm him in the slightest.
After all, at his peak, Luo Chen's body had been capable of destroying True Artifacts and Magic Treasures. He could even withstand a blow or two from a Spirit Treasure.
Under Chu Zhaonan's tense gaze, Luo Chen calmly leaped into the Windless Mountain Range.
As ordinary Heavenly Winds battered him along the way, he stood like a pine or cypress, unmoved as ever.
Gradually, Luo Chen's figure grew hazier until it vanished.
"Let's go back!"
Chu Zhaonan suppressed his shock and beckoned to his subordinates.
Luo Chen's journey deep into the Windless Mountain Range to cultivate would take neither a moment nor a mere few days. It would likely take a long time.
He had already