Lin Changqing's brows furrowed at once.
This black sand gale actually eroded spiritual light, grinding away the spiritual energy, spiritual light, and treasure light of all living beings in the world.
If a spiritual root were here, its spiritual light would gradually be ground away, and its grade would fall. Even a top-grade acquired spiritual root could last no more than three breaths under this black sand gale. It would probably drop to mid-grade acquired, then be slowly ground away until it was worth less than a blade of grass.
This gale could grind away spiritual light!
No wonder the final hundred zhang were said to be a place of great terror!
This was the great terror. Under such a black sand gale, probably only innate treasures could withstand it.
Because innate things were perfect, nearly flawless, with complete restrictions. They feared no erosion.
But living beings were different.
Every living being in the Primordial World, even an innate being, constantly absorbed and refined energy during cultivation, making it their own.
The Primordial World now was unlike in ancient times, when heaven and earth had just been created and innate spiritual energy, innate treasures, and innate energy were everywhere.
After two tribulations, the countless traces of innate spiritual energy from the world's creation had become precious treasures in the Primordial World.
But who could completely absorb innate Qi while cultivating?
And as long as one absorbed acquired Qi to cultivate, without completely removing its flaws afterward and forging the energy within oneself into a flawless whole, this gale would inevitably strip away one's cultivation and make one's realm fall.
No wonder this was called a great terror!
But Lin Changqing was unafraid. Though the alarm bells in his heart kept ringing, he followed the image of the Divine Demon's urging