Rumble!
Dark clouds blanketed the earth for a million li, while raging lightning tore through them like dragons, as though a storm was about to descend.
Beneath the dark clouds, between heaven and earth, stood a lone figure.
Behind him, an immense Eight Desolations Ancestral Dragon emerged. Its jaws gaped wide, inhaling and exhaling the power of heaven and earth. With every breath, heaven and earth trembled and scattered, radiating a blazing primordial aura that seemed to make even the land quake beneath its might.
The dragon markings on Fang Mo's body flickered in rhythm with the Eight Desolations Ancestral Dragon's breaths. Every flicker sent powerful Qi and Blood Power rippling outward.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The air shook, and the earth shook with it, as though the land itself possessed a heartbeat.
That figure stood upon the earth, radiating blazing energy like a demon god. The exotic beasts within a million li were so frightened that they hid beneath the sea and earth, trembling in terror.
Woooo! Woooo! Woooo!
Wind Gang howled through the sky, and fierce gusts swept in.
The wind was like a bone-eroding gale. Trees withered, while mountains and rocks were eroded away one after another.
As the Wind Gang blew over Fang Mo's body, it seemed to turn alive, boring into him to erode his flesh, soul, and spirit. Illusions rose anew within his mind, seemingly intent on dragging him into ruin.
Yet facing that erosive wind, Fang Mo remained as immovable as a mountain, cultivating with meticulous focus.
His Primordial Spirit had long been tempered to the utmost limit and nurtured to an incomparably formidable level. No one cultivated both paths as he did. Thus, many cultivators might have been worn away by the corrosive wind, but Fang Mo merely frowned slightly.
Instead, beneath the