The Himalayas.
Wind and clouds surged across the sky. The clouds raced by like white steeds, changing in the blink of an eye.
As Chen Shouyi practiced the Thirty-Six Forms, an invisible force spread through the space around him. The whole world seemed to move in harmony with his motions, swelling and contracting like the pulse of heaven and earth.
Ever since refining the divine nature, he hadn't gone to the other world once.
Of course, it wasn't because Chen Shouyi was afraid of Tam.
He simply felt there was no need.
At his level of strength, Primal Force had barely any effect on him. What mattered now was how his cultivation techniques continually improved his body—and that was no different on Earth than it was on Tam.
Ever since a hundred-kilometer-long gash had appeared in the Himalayas, the climate across the region had changed.
The warm, moist air blowing in from the Indian Ocean cooled and condensed when it reached here, so it had been raining every few days lately.
The wasteland left behind after the mountain peaks were flattened had recently sprouted with lush green weeds and colorful wildflowers.
That had made the two Little Dots absolutely thrilled.
There were no large animals here, not even a single mouse. Even the birds that occasionally passed by had stopped coming after Chen Shouyi startled away several flocks while practicing.
For the two Little Dots, this place was nothing short of paradise.
They'd been busy every day lately, collecting nectar, catching bugs, and digging for treasure. It took more than ten minutes just to count the innocent insects they slaughtered each day. They didn't even think about cartoons anymore.
Chen Shouyi practiced for a while, then rested for a while, on and off until dusk before finally stopping.
Steam billowed