Qian Renxue (26)

Bibi Dong was unexpectedly calm.

She withdrew the Light Cocoon, and the two of them hovered at the exit of the Wind Passage, facing the apocalyptic tide of fierce wind head-on.

Her long hair whipped wildly in the raging currents, and her sleeves snapped in the air. But Bibi Dong stood perfectly straight, as if beneath her feet was not empty air but solid earth. She raised her right hand, slowly spreading her five fingers.

"Wind," she said, her voice not loud, yet strangely piercing through the howling gale, "listen to me."

Three words, simple, yet containing an indescribable majesty.

A miracle happened.

The apocalyptic gale ahead actually... slowed down.

It did not stop. It was not suppressed. Rather, it seemed to be listening, waiting.

Bibi Dong continued, "I need a path home."

There was a request in her voice, not a command. Yet that request held the acknowledgment of the Wind God's authority, and the resonance of a profound understanding of the Laws of Wind.

The fierce wind began to flow and re-form.

Countless raging wind blades merged with one another, were combed into order, and forcibly opened a relatively calm passage through the chaos. On both sides of the passage, the fierce wind remained violent, yet it miraculously maintained a certain balance and no longer ravaged the inside of the passage.

This simply defied common sense, defied the laws of physics—but on the level of laws, this was precisely the most reasonable manifestation.

"Let's go," Bibi Dong said, stepping into the passage first.

Dai Chengfeng followed close behind, the shock in his heart beyond words. He looked at Bibi Dong's back—that woman who had once been corroded by Rakshasa Power, whose heart had been filled with darkness and hatred, was now wreathed in an azure halo, walking through