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As the ground shook, fissures split open across the earth. Flames, magma, drought, earthquakes, landslides, mudslides, floods, torrential rain, wild beasts, plagues, fear, corruption, death...

All manner of calamitous and disastrous powers surged from underground, transforming into a tornado that continuously battered Yu Chen's body from below. The various powers collided, stirring up countless transformations. Firelight and droplets splashed everywhere; decay and death clung like shadows, while plague and fear lurked within.

More wondrously, these powers surging upward seemed to share an inexplicable attraction. Caught in their midst, Yu Chen had to face not only the direct impact of every disaster, but also the crushing pressure between one calamity and another.

This incarnation of Yu Chen had not yet reached the Dao Realm's state where the Three Treasures merged as one. Under the influence of these external forces, he could feel powerful impacts pressing into him from every direction. The powers of countless disasters continuously wore away at his body's vitality, corrupting his constitution, strength, and will.

Beyond that, Yu Chen could also sense countless misfortunes descending, transforming into invisible forces of corruption that stimulated his soul and mind, affecting his fate and fortune.

An ordinary person facing such an attack would either be crushed apart by external forces or suffer a complete mental collapse beneath fear and pressure. Even if they forcibly held on, they would still be dragged toward destruction by their increasingly declining fortune and by their own body and spirit, riddled with holes, tearing them apart.

All in all, Xiangyou had already achieved modest success on the path of calamity.

"It's just that your powers are too mixed. Or rather, is calamity merely your outward appearance?"

Yu Chen shook the long banner in his hand, and another sword flew forth. Red light merged into the mist