The vast, shadowy wind seemed unwilling to concede, weaving back and forth through Chu Mo's Dao in search of a single flaw. Yet even after blowing for so long, it never found an opening to exploit.
"A mere wind calamity. Even doubled, this is all it amounts to."
Chu Mo's expression remained unchanged, his condition a thousand times better than when he had faced the thunder calamity. The wind finally realized it could do nothing to him. With a whimper, it withdrew in disgruntled resignation.
The gale subsided. The calamity had passed.
[Level: 87 → 88]
The instant the wind dispersed, the panel updated. Before Chu Mo could react, a scorching sensation abruptly rose. Billowing black smoke spewed from the void, followed by a sudden flicker of ghostly flame.
At first, there were only scattered sparks, but in an instant they joined into a vast, roaring blaze that burned within the World Sea.
The fire calamity had arrived.
Watching that boundless inferno, Chu Mo felt his eyelid twitch. "So soon? Are these Mahayana calamities really a trial, or are they just out to kill people?"
He had only just passed the wind calamity, and the fire calamity had already manifested. For an ordinary cultivator, surviving the wind calamity would inevitably leave their Great Dao riddled with holes. Facing the fire calamity immediately afterward would mean nine chances of death and one of survival.
"Who could possibly withstand this? No wonder you have to prepare a refuge from the calamities beforehand," Chu Mo said, speechless.
Despite his words, he felt no fear. He examined himself inwardly. The wind calamity had come with ferocious momentum, yet it had left him wholly unscathed, and the Yin-Yang Jade had not been consumed either. I can weather this!
In an instant, Chu Mo