Above the blood-red heavens, wind and clouds churned as a massive vortex swallowed everything.
All around, spiritual energy was drawn into the vortex like a whale gulping down the sea.
Within the forest where Purple Cloud Holy Land stood, towering ancient trees were uprooted one after another, as though the entire world were about to be refined into it.
Even Si Zu felt the overwhelming pull, as though it would swallow him whole.
He Feiyang snorted coldly. With a stretch of his hand, soaring sword intent immediately crisscrossed the heavens.
From the depths of Purple Cloud Holy Land, a streak of light flashed through.
It was as though ten thousand rays of dawn had burst forth, driving away the darkness of the world. The radiance gradually took shape, transforming into a longbow.
The bow was entirely made of gilded material.
Its curve resembled a crescent moon, its body blazed like fire, and its bowstring stretched ten thousand zhang.
He Feiyang seized the bow in one hand, turned halfway around, and directly drew the curved bow in his hand.
This bow required no guidance from He Feiyang. The moment he drew it, the power of heaven and earth gathered upon it, automatically forming a sharp arrow.
"What is this?" Si Zu narrowed his eyes, sensing the supreme might emanating from the bow.
"Just a strand of Purple Mist Light," Xu Zimo replied.
Though he had not completely fused with the Devil Master's memories,
he had at least learned a portion of them.
The Devil Master's memories were vast. They were not merely the memories of the previous Devil Master.
They also contained the memories that the previous Devil Master had inherited from the Devil Master before him.
It could be said that however many lifetimes the Devil Master had reincarnated through,