At that moment, Su Fan sat cross-legged in the valley with his eyes closed. The Witchcraft School's original grand array had long since vanished without a trace.
The forests within a radius of nearly ten thousand li around the valley had also ceased to exist, as though a layer had been forcibly scraped away. The scene looked like the apocalypse had descended.
Fine drizzle drifted down from the sky, pattering onto the ground.
Dense clusters of grass broke through the soil at a speed visible to the naked eye. The mottled ground was slowly covered in green, and the entire world became brimming with life.
No one knew how much time had passed before Su Fan slowly opened his eyes.
"Whoosh..."
He exhaled a long breath of foul air. It was like a sword of qi, instantly slicing through the air and emitting a piercing howl.
"Boom..."
The sword of qi struck a mountain peak dozens of li away, producing a deafening roar.
A single casual breath of foul air was already nearly as powerful as a flying sword.
It was probably because he had devoured the blood essence of Old Ancestor Kumou, a Big Shot at the Integration Stage. The moment he broke through, he had already reached the peak of the early Deity Transformation Stage.
This had saved him several hundred years of painstaking cultivation.
If other cultivators learned of this, they would be so aggrieved that they might bash their heads against something and die.
This time, thanks to the assistance of that Witchcraft School Upper Realm Big Shot, his breakthrough to the Deity Transformation Stage had gone fairly smoothly overall.
But when he underwent the heavenly tribulation, dangers had still lurked everywhere.
Those nine terrifying tribulation bolts had been fiercer than the last, and even now,