Boom! Boom! Boom!
In the distant starry sky, where mist was seeping through, space suddenly exploded. The black fog within condensed, faintly merging with the many streams of Fortune within Donghua and taking on a fixed form. A will inside gradually grew clear and burst into wild laughter—
"Hahaha! This final fruit has indeed fallen into my hands! I have stayed one step ahead at every turn, and now I shall seize every advantage! I will swallow Donghua's Fortune whole and become one with this continent!"
Laughter and a violent voice carried over from afar. Every word was a Divine Ability, every word a cultivation art!
It was like the immortals of ancient times discussing the Dao: seemingly drinking and making merry, yet actually battling through their arts. It was also like the ancient languages of the powerful races scattered throughout the stars—Dragon Language, for instance. Merely voicing a syllable could unleash a formidable Divine Ability. The more complex the syllables, the harder the words were to speak, and so many ancient languages had gradually been lost.
Yet with Black Wind Great Venerable's cultivation, even in the remote ancient era, he would have counted as a powerhouse of one region. He could create a race and pass down his own language. His intent ran through his words; every word he uttered, every stroke of every character, contained the mysteries of creation. Naturally, they became Divine Abilities, and if they fell into the hands of low-level cultivators, they could serve as inherited cultivation arts.
Still, Black Wind Great Venerable was not adept in this path. Thus, the Divine Abilities in his words were not obvious, nor did they contain many profound transformations. They were filled only with an aura of destruction!
But that destructive aura alone was enough to deal Donghua