An Encounter with a Heavenly Demon, Where the Divine Tree Fell

The onrushing gale winds tangled with the heavenly fire. Fire borrowed the wind's momentum, and the heavenly fire, which had been rapidly dissipating, suddenly flared back to life, growing threefold stronger.

As far as the eye could see, everything was shrouded in firelight. After barely a dozen breaths, the boiling, violent heavenly fire began to rapidly dissipate again.

Once the heavenly fire had completely vanished, they could only see through the gaps in the tree the traces left everywhere by the passing gale winds. Outside had become a meat grinder.

The burned portions of the divine tree, along with its relatively fragile areas, seemed to be scraped away bit by bit by steel blades, turning into black ash that filled the sky and danced through the air in the gale winds.

Qin Yang stood at the edge of a tree gap and looked outside. With only his naked eyes, it was nearly impossible to see any trace of the gale winds. Those black ashes instead became the things that revealed the wind's tracks.

Yet in even more places, everything he saw was twisting along with them. The gale winds there were simply too fast; even light was warped as it passed through.

After watching for a few moments, Qin Yang suddenly activated an eye technique. In an instant, everything he saw changed. Outside was like an abstract painting, filled everywhere with swirling gale winds. It was not that those gale winds left no traces, but that they were too fast—so fast they exceeded the limits of what his ordinary eyesight could capture.

At the same time, he saw that the distortions he had noticed before might not have been caused solely by the gale winds being too violent. In some places, even gale winds were forcibly drawn into the distortion,