The thunderclouds high above the heavens had completely dispersed. A blazing golden sun tore through the heavy gloom once more, spilling its warm, brilliant light over the scarred yet thriving land of Qingzhou.
Atop Heavenly Abyss City's walls.
Chu Bai stood with his hands behind his back, his spotless Violet-Gold Royal Robe stirring gently in the breeze.
His eyes were lightly closed as he quietly savored the terrifying power within him, which had undergone an earth-shattering transformation as though heaven and earth had been created anew.
Deep within his dantian qi sea, the once-boundless ocean of violet-gold spell power had vanished completely.
In its place was a [supreme first-rank golden core], no larger than a longan fruit, perfectly round and flawless, radiating nine distinct divine lights of the Great Dao.
Though tiny, this golden core seemed to contain an entire miniature universe. With every slow rotation, it breathed out supreme spell power hundreds, even thousands of times more potent than what he had possessed in the purple abode stage.
That power was thick as mercury, surging ceaselessly through his extraordinary meridians. Without any deliberate effort on his part, the slightest movement could make the spiritual energy within a hundred zhang resonate with him.
And it was not only his spell power. Baptized by the lightning tribulation and the power of creation, his divine soul had undergone a leap like a caterpillar breaking free of its cocoon to become a butterfly.
With a slight stirring of Chu Bai's thoughts, his vast divine sense, now imbued with traces of pure yang qi, became an invisible tempest. It swept beyond the Heavenly Abyss District in an instant, raging outward in every direction. One thousand li, five thousand li, ten thousand li...
Only when the mountains and rivers of more than half of Qingzhou,