The mountain wind swept gravel down the path, and Qin He's figure grew ever clearer within the pillar of gold-and-black light.
The starlight on his black robe flowed with his steps, sometimes turning into pitch-black demonic patterns that devoured the light, sometimes condensing into pale golden lines that bloomed with a faint glow.
The aura surrounding him was exceptionally strange. Icy demonic energy wrapped around vigorous life essence; murderous intent intertwined with a tranquil rhythm, forming an indescribable harmony—as though, in the Chaos Primordial Era, light and darkness had originally shared the same source and lived side by side.
Li LInfeng's hand tightened around his sacred sword, trembling faintly, Qin He's figure reflected in his pupils.
He had seen pure demon cultivators, their auras sinister and vicious.
He had also seen righteous saints, their Divine Light gentle and auspicious.
But Qin He before him had perfectly fused demonic nature and divinity. He was both like a Demon God looking down upon all living beings and like a creator nurturing all things.
That contradictory yet unified presence filled his heart with an inexplicable terror, and even his breathing unconsciously softened.
"Is this a Sky Demon?"
The Divine Punishment Department envoy beside Zhao Kun muttered to himself, all his earlier arrogance gone from his voice.
Qin He slowly approached. With every step he took, different law patterns flashed beneath his feet.
Purple lightning snaked across the bluestone, the crackling sound faintly ionizing the air. Wind patterns coiled like ribbons, sweeping dead leaves into spinning vortices. Silver-white motes flickered as fine Space Rifts appeared across the ground, only to heal in an instant. These were spatial patterns...
It was clearly only the pressure of the Early Other Shore Realm, yet the scale of these phenomena was even more astonishing than when ordinary Late