Accustomed to the fleeting passage of decades for cultivators, Lu Xiaotian found that, for the first time, time seemed to stretch unbearably long amid the storm over the demon sea.
At last, the sky cleared, blue as if washed clean, and the sea grew so tranquil that not even the faintest sound of surf could be heard. It was like a secluded paradise beyond the mortal world.
Lu Xiaotian sat cross-legged on a massive spiritwood log floating on the sea. Gazing at the extraordinarily still waters before him, it was hard to imagine how this expanse had been turned upside down by the storm over the demon sea, leaving even Body Integration Realm cultivators struggling just to survive.
Lu Xiaotian had personally witnessed several Body Integration Realm demons being torn to pieces in the storm over the demon sea. There had been demonic birds in the sky, as well as demon crabs hurled out of the seabed and into the air, unable to control themselves.
Lu Xiaotian had even seen the demons' Primordial Spirits escape, but he had no time to capture them. Amid the storm over the demon sea, he could barely protect himself in moments of crisis, struggling to cope with that nearly world-destroying force.
The log Lu Xiaotian sat on was a broken section of spirit birch, dozens of zhang long and more than ten zhang in diameter, torn apart by the storm over the demon sea.
It floated on the calm surface like a small island reef.
On the broken spirit birch was a white egret, still lacking spiritual intelligence and possessing strength only equivalent to the Foundation Establishment Realm.
At the other end, a red-necked winged serpent was coiled warily. Its strength had already reached the late stage of Spirit Transformation. However, its condition was