"Tch. After charging up for so long, I only killed one?"
Chu Mo looked at the early Spirit Transformation dragon that had turned to ash and curled his lip, mildly dissatisfied. Why did they all have to react so quickly? Couldn't they just obediently let him slash them once?
Now that he understood the difference between those who commanded an origin and those who did not, Chu Mo immediately felt confident.
He raised his head toward the two horrified true dragons, recalled the Two Forms Sword into his hand, and flashed a malicious grin. "You loaches! You had the honor of witnessing my ascension ceremony, yet brought no treasures to congratulate me! Today, I shall punish you for your gross disrespect!"
Before his words had faded, he raised his hand and swept it outward.
The Profound Banner flew out of his True Realm, its surface blazing with eerie light. In an instant, boundless darkness spread, enveloping millions of miles of the Spirit Realm.
Realm Yin-Yang: Great Black Heaven!
Unlike when he had been at the Nascent Soul stage, Great Black Heaven had now undergone a complete transformation. Like a genuine Yin Realm, it nurtured an unfathomable aura of death. Beyond obscuring the five senses and shrouding the seat of consciousness in gloom, it could strip away all vitality, driving every existence irreversibly toward its end.
Purple-Gold Crown and Inkscale Armor felt their vision go black, and the Human Race cultivator vanished from sight.
Then their bodies grew heavy, as though something invisible had coiled around them. A faint layer of ashen decay appeared over their Dharma Bodies, and their Mystique quietly ebbed away.
"This is bad!" Inkscale Armor's expression changed drastically. "He's eroding us with an origin! Retreat, now!"
Purple-Gold Crown gritted his teeth. "Retreat? Where would we retreat to?