Rumble!
Dark clouds blanketed the earth for a million li, while wild lightning tore through them like dragons, as though a storm was about to descend.
Beneath the dark clouds, between heaven and earth, stood a lone figure.
Behind him, the colossal Eight Desolations Ancestral Dragon emerged. Its jaws gaped wide, drawing in and exhaling the power of heaven and earth. With every breath, heaven and earth trembled apart, radiating a blazing primordial aura. Even the land seemed to shudder beneath its might.
The dragon markings on Fang Mo's body flickered in rhythm with the Eight Desolations Ancestral Dragon's breaths, each flicker sending waves of powerful Qi-Blood Power rippling outward.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The air quaked, and the earth quaked with it, like the pulse of the land itself.
That body stood upon the earth, radiating blazing energy like a demon god. The exotic beasts within a million li were so terrified that they hid beneath the sea and within the earth, trembling in fear.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Wind astral force rose in the sky, and savage gusts swept down.
The wind was like a bone-eroding gale. Trees withered, while mountains and rocks were worn away one after another.
As the wind astral force blew across Fang Mo's body, it seemed to turn into living creatures that burrowed into him, eroding his flesh, soul, and mind. Illusions resurfaced within his mind, as though they sought to drag him into ruin.
Yet, in the face of the eroding wind, Fang Mo remained as unmoving as a mountain, cultivating with meticulous focus.
His Primordial Spirit had long been tempered to its utmost limit and nourished into an incomparably formidable state. No one else cultivated both paths as he did. Thus, while many cultivators might have been worn away by the eroding wind,