In the secluded, profound valley, Li Yang was like a star in the midst of transformation, radiating a dazzling light that shook the world. The instant he successfully broke through to the fifth layer of the Martial Ancestor realm, a surge of Limitless Divine Power, seemingly born from the primordial wilderness, erupted from within him like a raging tide, instantly shattering the valley's original tranquility.
The aura carried by this divine power was like a storm made tangible, violently sweeping outward from Li Yang as its center. The air around him seemed to be stirred viciously by an invisible hand, forming whirlwinds visible to the naked eye. At first, the whirlwinds merely circled around Li Yang like starving beasts, constantly devouring the surrounding energy and drawing in all the spiritual energy that had been drifting between Heaven and Earth. They spun faster and faster, releasing waves of shrill howls like ten thousand ghosts wailing, making one's hair stand on end. As time passed, their range continued to expand, spreading toward the depths of the valley.
The trees in the valley bore the brunt of the impact from this aura. The tall, towering ancient trees began to shake violently, their branches thrashing wildly like willow twigs lashed by a tempest. The leaves rustled as though crying out in terror. Some of the more fragile branches could not bear the strain and snapped one after another, swept into the air by the whirlwinds. The thick trunks were still stubbornly resisting, but cracks began to appear across their bark, as if slashed by invisible blades. Waves of woody fragrance wafted from the cracks—the signal that the trees' lives were under threat.
The ground did not escape either. Under the pressure of the divine power's aura, the hard earth began to split with crack