Cold killing intent pierced through layer upon layer of void, blanketing Ye Zhen. The vast aura of a peak Dao Realm expert surged toward him wave after wave like a raging sea.
The Worldly Essence within a thousand-mile radius began to churn violently beneath the impact of the peak Dao Realm aura of Tu Zheng, the Qingqiu Fox Clan's Grand Clan Head.
The void rippled, and countless mountain spirits and Monster Beasts were startled awake by this aura.
Those with a measure of intelligence immediately lay obediently prostrate upon the ground. Even when the aura battered them until shit and piss flowed freely, they did not dare move a muscle.
Yet most mountain spirits and Monster Beasts, startled by this aura, fled in terror. So long as they made the slightest movement, the pull of their auras caused them to be instantly crushed apart by that vast, sea-like Dao Realm aura.
An indescribable terror immediately filled this stretch of void.
Yet Ye Zhen, standing at the heart of this overwhelming terror, showed no change in expression. On the contrary, he appeared utterly composed.
Like a needle that calmed the sea at the center of crashing waves, the phantom of his primal spirit faintly emerged behind him. No matter how the waves towered toward the sky, he remained unmoved.
"Ye Zhen, at such a young age, you have cultivated a primal spirit. You do have some skill. But before this old man, you are still nothing!" Tu Zheng sneered at Ye Zhen.
"This old man knows what you are relying on!"
"What you rely on is merely hiding Qingtong and the others in a Small World that forms a realm of its own, making this old man hesitate to act like a man afraid to break the vessel for fear of