Zhang Yuan reached out and grasped the cyan lightning floating before him. With a slight squeeze, it flickered once before being crushed out of existence. Its destructive power was so low that it would probably struggle to kill a chicken.
After glancing at Qin Tianyi, who had "passed out" on the reef, Zhang Yuan paid him no further attention. Seeing Qin Tianyi's mystic wonder had been enough.
Expecting Qin Tianyi to slay Juesheng True Person was rather wishful thinking, anyway.
Holding the [Primordial Form-Converging Sword], Zhang Yuan fixed his gaze on the Blood-Mud Giant before him, his white Daoist robe whipping wildly in the wind with a snapping rustle.
The commotion at sea was immense. Even cultivators on the Eastern Continent, countless tens of thousands of miles away, could vaguely make out a giant and an incomparably violent blood-red lightning storm when they looked toward the sea.
At the Eastern Cen Palace of the Azure Sea, Venerable Youkong and Queyin True Person stood before the great hall on Sect Master's Peak, gazing toward the sea.
"Such dense blood energy. How many people died out there?" Queyin True Person asked.
"Not necessarily people," Venerable Youkong said, shaking his head.
Nearly the entire stretch of sea had been dyed red. Clearly, most of the dead had been creatures of the sea.
"With such astonishing might, have you discerned what this thing is?" Queyin True Person asked, her brows tightly knitted.
The aura and pressure emanating from the giant left even an Ascension Realm Great Cultivator like her trembling with apprehension, as though the giant's origins lay in an existence higher than the Ascension Realm.
To Queyin True Person, it felt as though she were facing the Divine Master in person.
Venerable Youkong knitted his brows in thought, then shook his head.