Thunder Fades

Its might was like a frozen hell.

A cruel, magnificent glow filled the sky.

Beneath these thunderclouds stretching three thousand li eastward, all was silent.

The Nascent Soul cultivators instinctively spread their protective qi barriers. Multicolored spiritual barriers shot into the sky, only to be crushed tightly into a corner.

One after another, they desperately activated breath-concealing arts, wishing they could vanish on the spot, terrified that a leak of their aura would draw the attention of the terrifying rolling thunderclouds above.

Venerable Fuyou looked skyward in panic and terror.

It was hard to imagine a venerable as powerful as him showing such fear.

The golden wings behind Venerable Fuyou transformed into a black-gold rain cape that wrapped around him, while his protective qi condensed into a tangible barrier of light.

Surging mana burst forth, driving the Void Heaven Other Realm to stabilize this tiny world. The black-gold celestial roc spread its wings and shrieked, as if it wished to shatter the misty heavens. Fragments of the Celestial Roc Saber turned with the wind into three thousand six hundred long blades.

At this moment.

Fuyou knew with perfect clarity.

Spiritual pills and miraculous medicines could not save him; talismans and magic treasures were paper lakes.

If he had the Heaven-Swallowing Cauldron as armor and wielded the Celestial Roc Saber as a weapon, he might not have been unable to withstand the horrifying lightning.

He turned to glance at Chuiyun, then shifted his gaze toward Taiyi, who had made the move. The panic on his face gradually settled.

He should have realized long ago that every cultivator possessing a treasure capable of seizing the creation of heaven and earth carried immense providence. It sounded ethereal, yet cultivators tacitly acknowledged it—acknowledged that they themselves were the favored children of heaven and earth.