Li Qingshan stopped.
The four of them stood on a hill at the edge of the mountain range, gazing at the peaks ahead where wind and lightning intertwined.
A fierce wind howled from deep within the mountains. Even out here, it whipped their robes into a frenzy.
Murong Xuanwu hunched his shoulders, his round face full of apprehension. "This is the Storm Mountain Range? Nine Heavens Astral Wind and World-Destroying Lightning tangled together? One careless step and even a Profound Immortal could lose both body and soul. This isn't a mountain range. It's a death trap."
Zhao Chengqian looked up at the violet-gold lightning deep in the mountains, his expression turning grave. "Nine Heavens Astral Wind and World-Destroying Lightning are among the most violent forces in the world. They say the wind and lightning here have raged for three million years without stopping for a single moment."
"Three million years?"
Murong Xuanwu sucked in a sharp breath.
Tantai Yue looked at Li Qingshan.
Li Qingshan's gaze rested on the astral wind and lightning.
Deep within his brow, the Wish-Fulfilling Gourd trembled softly.
It was not a warning. It was longing.
The chaos law slowly circulated within him, drawing in a few stray threads of astral wind.
The instant the wind entered his body, it became countless tiny blades, slicing wildly through his meridians.
The chaos law became a furnace, wrapping the wind in layer after layer and refining it.
Moments later, the thread of wind had been completely refined.
Li Qingshan could clearly feel an extremely slight improvement in his physical body.
The change was minute, but his senses were keen.
Under the tempering of that single thread of wind, the crack in the barrier holding his perfected True Dragon Transformation widened a little further.
"This wind and lightning can