Soon, Ti's cultivation had recovered to its peak.
She was wondering what was going on, but before she could think further, the mountains and trees below and the white clouds overhead all began to fade, like a painting washed by rain.
Everything before their eyes faded like drifting smoke... In the blink of an eye, they were plunged into utter chaos.
The chaos stretched boundlessly, with no up or down, left or right. Just then, an ornate portal suddenly appeared.
Upon a foundation of sea pomegranate stone stood a hundred and eight pillars that reached from heaven to earth. They rose high and majestic, grand and luxurious, like the jade palaces of the Heavenly Palace, steeped in immortal splendor and utterly unlike anything in the mortal world.
An aura of great terror, great calamity, and great disaster poured ceaselessly from the portal, vast and terrifying.
A lonely grave stood in the wilderness, surrounded by scattered trees.
The blood-lettered tombstone remained silent amid the mighty winds.
Xi sat cross-legged beside it with his eyes closed, his mind focused in every direction as he kept his guard up.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes, and the aura around him began to climb without pause. In no time, he had recovered from the Deity Transformation Realm to the Void Return Stage, then charged headlong toward the Dao Integration Stage...
Xi immediately turned his head and looked in the direction of the capital.
The entire wilderness, along with the sky above, faded little by little.
The phantom of an extravagant, towering portal appeared.
It was magnificent and majestic, its aura of great terror vast as the sea.
Rivers and mountains raced backward below them. High above, the fierce astral winds howled, cold and sharp, as though they could cleave gold and jade.
Yet