Ghost Fog Spreads

Time flowed like water, and those who had passed were gone with it.

In the blink of an eye, six years passed.

The island, once stripped of all life, had come alive again.

The Cloudflying Beasts were extinct, but new birds had migrated to the island.

Plants had taken root once more. New trees broke through the soil and clothed the island in green.

Animals roamed the young woods and grasslands.

The island devastated by the vortex of spiritual energy now teemed with life.

Cultivators might be powerful enough to destroy all things, but to this world, even the mightiest among them were only passersby in the river of time.

Night fell like ink.

Boundless darkness wrapped the island tight.

Suddenly—

High overhead, dark clouds gathered swiftly, thick and oppressive, sealing off the entire sky.

The majestic might of the heavens gathered within them.

A pressure that seemed capable of shattering heaven and earth descended upon the island that had only just come back to life.

Every inch of earth, every leaf, and every beast on the island trembled beneath that terrifying heavenly might.

"Purple Palace Divine Thunder!"

"Fall!"

A low, quiet voice sounded on the island.

A fierce bolt of lightning suddenly cut through the darkness, as though an eye in the sky had snapped open and cast out a chilling glare.

It tore a gash in the night, lighting everything around it as bright as day.

Crack!

Thunder exploded with a deafening roar.

A bolt of violet-tinged lightning struck the island.

Rumble!

The purple lightning struck the island's center, and the land shuddered as if hit by a giant hammer.

The violet light burst outward, sweeping rapidly in every direction.

Wherever it passed, trees, rocks, and demonic beasts alike were reduced to powder and scattered on the wind.