The thunderous boom of the arena sealing shut still echoed between heaven and earth.
It was as though this were a signal. True Monarch Chengyu, standing at the heart of the wasteland, lowered his gaze and finally fixed it upon the only challenger in this world.
According to the experience of the past several hundred cycles, what should come next was for the challenger to launch the first attack, probing him through constant exchanges of offense and defense, seeking out his openings and flaws, then crushing him with a decisive strike.
Only a Divine Treasury capable of unleashing a blow imbued with the divine might of [Immortal Karma] was qualified to pay homage to [Heaven], slumbering atop Ancestral Mountain.
But.
This time was different.
'The Heaven of the Zhaolin Realm' had granted him power far surpassing that of the past several hundred cycles. Whether it was 'strength' or 'spirit,' even a portion of his Spiritual Wisdom... though he was still incomplete, he had never been closer to wholeness.
[Dust is earth, stone is earth, mountain is earth.]
True Monarch Chengyu stared at the area where An Jing stood. His aura was as deep and steady as the earth, vast and inexhaustible, pulsing endlessly like a heartbeat. The power of the Earth Veins, flowing like blood and honey, was simply a natural extension of his own strength.
Watching that tiny figure, he pronounced, [You too are dust and soil.]
It was merely a glance.
There was no spiritual radiance, no fluctuations of Spirit Fiend power. Simply because the True Monarch's will had begun to turn, everything centered around An Jing—wasteland, blowing sand, soil, even the air itself—began to transform!
They became clumps of pale golden Breath-Earth, containing the principles of [Seal] and [Stillness], then linked together, like living amber, seeking to