The seven of them naturally had no idea that, under Luo Zheng's attack, eight Black Wind Blades had been shattered!
More than fifteen hundred li away from them, on a mountain rising thirty or forty zhang above the sea, eight muffled booms suddenly erupted.
That mountain was dazzlingly multicolored. Even under the terrifying storms sweeping across the Chaotic Star Sea, after enduring the wild slashing of countless Black Wind Blades for thousands upon thousands of years, it had not borne a single mark...
That mountain was the Yuan Magnetic Divine Mountain, sunk within the Chaotic Star Sea!
Most of the Yuan Magnetic Divine Mountain lay buried beneath the sea, with only part of it poking above the surface. No matter how the waves raged or the wind blades slashed, this Divine Mountain, solid beyond compare, remained utterly unmoved.
This time, Luo Zheng had indeed grown wiser. When he had resisted that terrifying power at the end of the heavenly tribulation, he had transferred all of it onto the five million mountains throughout the Great Thousand World. Apart from the Eastern Region, every mountain in all other places had been destroyed!
Luo Zheng had not wanted to damage the entire Great Thousand World because of himself. After reflecting on it later, however, he realized that he had been rather foolish. Since the Yuan Magnetic Divine Mountain was impervious to all things, he should have transferred that terrifying power there from the start. Unfortunately, the situation had been critical, and he had not thought of it in time.
Now that Luo Zheng had become more astute, he naturally would not make the same mistake again.
"Poof, poof, poof, poof..."
The Trigram Wheel shot forward as the seven members of the Heavenly Rank Race each employed their own methods to resist the densely