"Buzz," "buzz," "buzz"...
Within the elemental vortex, spells of various elements—fire, lightning, ice, and more—at God King Tier 6 and above continuously formed. Whenever Lu Yang transformed into a form matching an element, that corresponding element stopped attacking him.
But whenever Lu Yang did not take on the appropriate form, the elements showed him no mercy. Spells at God King Tier 6 and above struck him without hesitation.
After taking a spell head-on, Lu Yang confirmed that it was indeed because of his transformation. Yet his transformation could not deceive the elements, nor would they stop attacking simply because he shared their affinity. This left Lu Yang even more confused.
He could only set the matter aside for now and continue flying forward. At the very least, without the attacks from those elements, it would be easier for him to reach the depths of the Gray Light Realm.
After flying for two consecutive days, a flash of light suddenly appeared, so dazzling that Lu Yang could not look at it directly. He hurriedly covered his eyes with his hand. When the light faded, he felt the pressure around him ease. Opening his eyes again, he found himself in a bright gray world.
A massive vortex hung in the sky of this world, erupting with gray holy light. Beneath it stretched a ground formed of purple stone, extending beyond sight for at least several million square kilometers.
Countless triangular towers stood upon the purple stone ground, each a hundred thousand meters tall and topped with a massive sword. Around the towers stood fifty-thousand-meter-tall giants made entirely of metal. Holy light glimmered across their bodies, and they carried a total of six enormous greatswords in their hands and on their backs.
Admiration appeared in Arcane King's eyes. "As expected of a treasure