Mu Chen's eyes flickered as he identified the treasure caught in the wind.
As long as he could obtain this supreme treasure, any price would be worth paying.
In the next instant, he moved. Wrapped in lightning, he turned back and plunged into the raging spatial storm, heedless of the horrified stares of more than a dozen warriors.
"People really will throw their lives away for wealth these days. What a lunatic!"
The survivors exchanged glances and cursed under their breaths.
The spatial storm gradually weakened, finally giving them a moment to catch their breath. There was no reason to linger. They immediately shot toward the mountain range below without looking back.
Amid the howling black spatial storm.
A figure was wrapped in dazzling silver light, arcs of lightning dancing around him. Seven ancient markings flickered in and out of sight on his chest. He moved with astonishing speed, almost becoming a bolt of lightning.
His Highness the Heir activated the Thunder God Body and charged straight for the ball of spiritual light.
The spatial storm from the outside world had been weakened layer by layer by the Heavenly Sovereign Secret Realm, stripping away most of its might and destructive force. Only then had Mu Chen dared to withstand it with his physical strength.
In fact, living beings of the Great Thousand World had to reach at least the Earth Sovereign level before they could attempt to cross the boundless Starry Sky with their bodies alone, exploring the myriad planes without fear of ordinary storms.
When the Flame Emperor had first broken through the void, he had encountered an exceptionally violent spatial storm in a passage between planes. It had separated him from his friends and family, setting the stage for the stirring, legendary journey that followed.
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