The little building and teleportation array had become the last straw Ye Jingcheng could grasp to save his life.
He knew that with a Spirit Transformation Demon Saint targeting him and Divine Lord Zhengyuan held back by an enemy risking his life, only death awaited him.
Normally, Ye Jingcheng could have flown nearly a thousand zhang in less than a breath. Now, however, it felt as though an entire world lay between them, so impossibly far out of reach.
He pushed his Star Illusion Eye to its utmost limit.
He saw barely perceptible blue spiritual light rising around him, merging into tiny arcs of lightning. Those arcs gradually grew larger and extraordinarily violent, as though he had entered a thundercloud.
At the same time, images kept surfacing in his mind.
He saw the Ye Family leaving the Central Region, while the Beast Spirit Sect and Green River Sect slaughtered the Ye Family's mortals; he saw Ye Haisheng stealing astral whale jade for him, only to meet a tragic death; he even dimly glimpsed an illusory scene of disaster befalling his wife and children.
He knew perfectly well that none of it was real, but he could not stop anger from rising within him. Like a tide, that anger eroded his reason, wave after wave.
The next moment, Ye Jingcheng sensed currents of spiritual lightning true essence appearing almost imperceptibly inside his body.
They seemed poised to explode within him.
"Begone!" Ye Jingcheng roared. He knew he had fallen into another divine domain, and its properties were actually similar to the Crimson Flame Fox's purple fire heart flame. Where anger stirred in the heart, thunder sprang forth!
He knew that unless he dispelled that anger, countless bolts of mystic lightning would explode inside him, leaving him to die as his body