When the Heaven-Turning Seal came crashing down, An Jing was under attack by countless earth-and-stone divine beasts in the secret realm's wasteland.
True Monarch Chengyu's will drove the earth. At a single thought, hundreds upon thousands of Stone Spirit behemoths crawled out from deep underground. Some resembled Pixiu guarding a territory; they opened their mouths and spat amber-colored divine light, turning everything it struck into sealed, solid stone. Others looked like Baxia, one of the dragon's sons, bearing mountains on their backs. Their might was like a mountain collapsing, and a single stomp could crush anything.
There were even Topaz Dragons, seemingly carved from jade, soaring into the sky. They vanished amid the sandstorm, then spat out breath after breath of dragonfire. It twisted the magnetic forces of the primordial world, warped matter, and unleashed waves of ionizing storms that rained down like arrows.
Every one of these divine beast incarnations, formed from earth and stone, possessed strength comparable to a Divine Treasury Adept. Their attacks surged from every direction, sealing off all space for evasion. The radiance of their Supernatural Abilities interwove into an impenetrable net, intent on crushing An Jing at its center to pieces.
But they underestimated An Jing's "skill."
Having no sword didn't matter. As the Lord of the Four Seasons' Dharma Domain spread, An Jing's figure turned elusive. The coordinated Supernatural Abilities, which had been like a Sky Net—sparse yet inescapable—fell into disarray amid the warped currents of time, opening countless gaps that should never have existed.
An Jing darted through those gaps. His fists became palms, his hands became blades, his fingers became swords. Every strike landed precisely on the vital core of an attacking divine beast.
In the blink of an eye, he killed nearly ten of them, and they scattered into a