Amid a blood-red sky, a figure darted back and forth without pause. Powerful Blood Pengs filled the crimson heavens, resembling Golden Winged Great Pengs, yet their entire bodies were blood-red and brimming with boundless might.
Yet they could not withstand the figure's relentless slaughter. None of them could truly injure him.
It was none other than Ye Xiwen!
He charged and killed without cease. Before long, a Blood Peng was torn apart alive in his hands, turning into a cloud of bloody mist.
These Blood Pengs looked terrifying, but they could not stop Ye Xiwen at all. He killed them with a single blow, piling up their corpses in heaps.
By now, he had spent a full hundred years on this Ancient Road. For a deity, a century of secluded cultivation was no more than a brief nap. But spending those hundred years fighting was an entirely different matter.
Every minute and every second had felt unbearably long—a grueling torment.
Especially in the beginning, it had been pure torture. His strength had been suppressed to the Early Imperishable Realm, and much of his power could not be fully unleashed. Whenever he encountered powerful ferocious beasts, he could only flee in defeat.
Several times, he had narrowly escaped death. It had been utterly terrifying. Even so, he had never taken off the Cultivation Vest, and its effects had been remarkably apparent.
Originally, Ye Xiwen had believed that he could no longer improve. His combat strength had almost climbed to the very pinnacle of the Peak Imperishable Realm, leaving no equal beneath the heavens.
Yet these short hundred years had overturned that belief. Every minute and every second, he could feel himself growing stronger. Perhaps it was because the Cultivation Vest had suppressed his cultivation; the bottleneck that had once made further