Western Ox-He Continent, Ten Thousand Green Mountains.
A stretch of peaks dotted with nothing but dry, barren rocks and scattered trees that added a little green.
Several extraordinarily strange demonic beasts lurked there, tall and slender, with six arms and elongated heads. Dried coatings like mud-lacquered armor clung to their bodies, most of which they concealed within this land of scant vitality.
They remained utterly motionless; from a distance, nothing could be seen.
The sand was light, the wind strong, and grit rattled against stone.
It seemed that these were the only, most tedious sounds here.
Yet in a mere instant, a dazzling light descended from the sky.
Pure white radiance fell, Myriad Forms at its peak in front, terrifying power behind.
There was no time to react. They merely looked up and saw that rainbow light, and before they could recover their senses, it had already crashed down.
The strike had not been aimed at all, as though it were merely a casual blow.
The supreme power of the Tribulation Transcendence Realm revealed itself casually in that strike, cleaving the continuous stretch of the Ten Thousand Green Mountains straight across the waist.
Calling it a cleaving across the waist was not quite accurate, however, because the energy spilling from the strike directly erased fully half of the Ten Thousand Green Mountains from this place, even blasting them into an extremely deep canyon.
As the radiance scattered slightly.
Dozens of rays of Buddhist Sect golden light descended from the horizon, beginning to search around the Ten Thousand Green Mountains and take action against the remnants the strike had missed.
Above the clouds.
Chu Xingchen raised his hand slightly. Myriad Forms shot over in the blink of an eye, then transformed back into a translucent longsword, its terrifying pressure lingering without