After entering Beiliang Kingdom, Qin He drifted about and waited another two days, growing a little impatient.
Those damn sneaky bastards from the Heaven Punishing Bureau had terrible execution. They always stopped halfway through taking a dump.
The Heaven Punishing Strike had barely shown its face before there was no follow-up.
Qin He simply chewed up the Beast Crystals he had gotten, one after another, intending to break through right where he stood.
This time, it was no longer a single Beast Crystal to break from the middle stage of the True Essence Realm to the late stage. It was a full thirty-six of them.
"Rumble..."
Within Qin He's body, above the chaos, the Sky-Swallowing Demonic Art's decomposition vortex resembled a black hole. The Beast Crystals were crushed and broken down into the purest, most primordial Origin Power, then poured into the dantian space.
At that moment, the dantian space had already become a world of raging thunderstorms.
Thick lightning serpents, like dragons, flashed madly, weaving incomparably violent and savage scenes that seemed like the end of the world.
Countless streams swelled at a visible rate, turning from streams into rivers as they gathered and gathered again.
In the end, they converged into nine great rivers, surging and roaring onward.
The scene was far too real. If there had been mountains, rivers, vegetation, and trees on the surface, it would have been no different from a real world, leaving even Qin He in a daze.
Why was this dantian world becoming more and more like reality?
Could it be that the real world was also a dantian?
If so, it was simply unimaginable—too terrifying.
Of course, that was only a guess.
The Great Dao was simple; simplicity often resembled simplicity. It could not all be painted with the same