The wind began to blow.
Power surged through Sun Wu's body, but he couldn't feel happy at all. His wish had finally come true, and yet...
"It's all true. So it was all true..."
He felt the power inside him gradually dissipating, like wastewater evaporating on a scorching-hot iron plate. It was slowly fading away.
A feeling of being a fish stranded on land welled up inside him, leaving him gasping for breath.
Tianyang Sect.
It was one of the great sects of this world.
At that moment, in the sect's secret realm,
an old man with white hair and a youthful face looked up at the sky. The terrifying commotion had already vanished.
The battle between immortals and gods.
The Tianyang Sect's founding patriarch couldn't understand what had happened. No matter how many times he prayed to the gods, hoping to ask the ascended patriarchs, he received no response.
Suddenly, his expression changed.
His strength failed him, and he sank to his knees.
"Ah!!! What is this!!!"
The spiritual energy in his body began to pour out wildly. In just a short while, his cultivation began to plummet.
"No, no, how could this happen? My power, my spiritual energy—no, no..."
Kneeling on the ground, he desperately tried to channel the power within him and hold on to his spiritual energy. But it was no use. The spiritual energy outside had grown incredibly thin, and he was like a lump of loose salt tossed into a huge vat of water. Now that was what you called osmotic pressure!
Before long, the spiritual energy in his body fell below a certain level. His youthful appearance vanished, leaving him like a dried-up corpse. He collapsed to the ground.
"This..."
He lifted his head in despair, his eyes filled with confusion and