At this moment, the void before Zhan Meng was still filled with scattered Vital Energy and Power surging wildly. However, the Vital Energy and Power spreading throughout heaven and earth no longer carried any trace of the Heavenly Tribulation.
Yet from the way the Vital Energy and Power was still churning in the air, it was impossible to determine when the Heavenly Tribulation had dissipated.
Zhan Meng gazed toward the place ahead where the restrictions had once been laid out, and his eyes suddenly brightened.
The restrictions there had been broken through at some unknown point, and even the edge of the land swept by the spatial hurricanes no longer retained the slightest aura of restrictions.
However, Zhan Meng had discovered some objects, and thus suddenly reached a conclusion.
What he saw was nothing else but several black needle blades, each about an inch long. Those needle blades lay at the edge of the area ahead, where the spatial hurricanes raged.
With a flash of his figure, Zhan Meng arrived before them. He waved his hand, and the several needle blades flew into his grasp.
These needle blades were precisely objects Zhan Meng had refined for countless years. That was why he had sensed their presence while sweeping the area with his divine sense.
Gazing at the needle blades in his hand, Zhan Meng's eyes flickered, and a vicious aura surged from his body. It was obvious that the ruthless intent in his heart had become turbulent beyond measure upon seeing the needle blades.
The needle blades no longer possessed their original energy aura. With a light squeeze of his fingers, they immediately snapped into two pieces. However, some aura imperceptible to others still lingered upon them.
Looking at the needle blades in his hand, Zhan Meng spoke again:
"These