More than two million years of time.
Mortal dynasties rose and fell in mere centuries.
Even Chessmaster Realm cultivators who stood Gao Gao above all others lived only tens of thousands of years.
Since embarking upon the path of cultivation, Jiang Yuechu had never squandered so much before.
An inconceivably vast span of years crashed into the maiden's slender shell.
The bright blue sky and daylight abruptly vanished.
Thick black mist surged from Jiang Yuechu's body, flowing upward against the current and shooting into the heavens.
In merely a few breaths, it completely engulfed the Formless Marsh for a hundred li around.
The black mist churned.
Deep within the fog.
Enormous, terrifying phantom figures of demons and fiends flickered in and out of sight.
A spider with nine heads that blotted out the sky.
A colossal beast coiled in the void, its single eye deathly pale.
A Flood Dragon clad in lightning, its long whiskers whipping wildly.
Redblood, Qianyu, Thunder Dragon... the phantoms of countless great and lesser demons rolled through the black mist, layer upon layer, endless and boundless.
Now, driven by more than two million years of Dao cultivation, they had all condensed into baleful shadows.
Myriad demons roared soundlessly.
Yet not one dared cross the figure at the very front.
Jiang Yuechu stood atop the tide of black mist, her black hair dancing wildly.
Her cold, breathtaking face showed neither sorrow nor joy.
Only the baleful intent in her eyes revealed itself.
As this earth-shattering transformation unfolded, the Azure Sea Palace above the heavens trembled faintly as well.
A trace of astonishment flashed across the blue-robed old Daoist's face.
With such foundations, such might, how could this still be something a Tower-Climbing Realm cultivator ought to possess?
After his brief surprise, a hint of anger swiftly crept