"My strength was greatly weakened here, too."
Little Red, who had been on his shoulder, was already lying limply on the ground, exhaling great mouthfuls of foul air.
Shi Qingyun endured the discomfort coursing through his body, surveyed his surroundings, and quickly left with Little Red.
He had to find somewhere safe first.
Shi Qingyun's figure flashed rapidly through the void. Sensing the rapid depletion of divine power within him, he felt somewhat surprised.
The influence of the Upper Realm's order of Dao Principles was simply too great.
Finally, after flying through the air for quite some time, he arrived at a mountain range.
Dark clouds shrouded the peaks, and bolts of lightning occasionally crashed down. The thunder that struck the ground quickly merged into the earth.
"This really is a fine place to cultivate the Thunder Dao Precious Technique."
"The lightning is just a little too violent. Even from a distance, it gives me the creeps."
"But this place is very suitable for my transformation."
He then glanced at Little Red beside him, asking with a gesture whether Little Red wanted to accompany him.
Little Red looked at the thunder crashing down like long spears, chirped at Shi Qingyun, and nodded in agreement.
Seeing this, Shi Qingyun hesitated no longer. He stepped forward, and the void before him immediately twisted as waves of profound fluctuations washed out in all directions.
With a slight flicker, his figure appeared beneath the thunderclouds.
As he listened to the dull rumbling overhead, an immensely powerful pressure bore down on him, as though a great dragon lay sleeping within the thunderclouds.
Each snore became peals of thunder like the Yellow Bell and Great Pitchpipe, washing toward him.
Shi Qingyun felt as though lightning had scoured his entire body. Looking at his bristling hairs, he