Bathed in white light, Lin Canghai still trembled all over and looked to be in great pain, yet the savage smile on his face seemed utterly excited.
He seemed to be waiting for something!
The other Great Cultivators of the Heavenly Spirit Dao Alliance also sensed something was wrong and struck one after another. Streams of magic power fell upon Lin Canghai, only to be neutralized by the black flames of qi around him.
Every Great Cultivator felt as if their magic power had fallen into an abyss, its connection severed in an instant, and at the same time they could not probe just how deep that abyss was. It made them feel as though they were facing a great enemy, and they scattered, surrounding Lin Canghai.
An Zizai also sensed that something was wrong with Lin Canghai. He took a step forward and said, "Withdraw your divine ability. We will handle the aftermath from here."
Zhuang Xian did not overestimate himself either, and immediately dispersed the Supreme Chaos Plate.
The black qi around Lin Canghai rapidly condensed into a door—a Black Gate, a full hundred zhang tall. When the Black Gate opened from the right, waves of silver light surged out from within.
A vast pressure enveloped the entire Heavenly Spirit Great World, alarming countless Cultivators.
Amid boundless, unending mountains, a strong man seated in meditation beneath a waterfall opened his eyes. His upper body was bare, and two red dragon patterns crawled across him.
He looked up, his brows furrowing, a sharp light flickering in his eyes.
He was none other than the Son of Heaven, Jiyan.
"This aura..." the Son of Heaven, Jiyan, muttered to himself. He seemed to recall something, and his gaze grew increasingly fierce.
It was not only him. More and more mighty beings