The vault of heaven was like gauze.
Here the sky was clear; there lay a black hole.
At first glance, the sky looked like a chessboard covered in interconnected black pieces.
They held their own against the white firmament.
Pitch-black cracks spread from them, reaching into the distance.
And in this mottled sky, grotesque monsters, large and small, squeezed out of those cracks and black holes with greed and impatience, flying in every direction.
Below, none of the Spirit Transformation cultivators of the Myriad Phenomena Sect and Longevity Sect dared spare any attention for anything else.
They repelled their respective opponents while cautiously drawing closer together, their eyes fixed on the bloated ball of flesh before them, like a Flesh Mountain.
The atmosphere was oppressively heavy.
"This thing is actually Sixth Tier... These World Eaters from beyond the boundary are born with such power. That really is far too enviable!"
"Enough nonsense! Be careful!"
Brief, hurried exchanges rose from the crowd, then swiftly died away.
As though speaking any longer would draw an attack from that mountainous ball of flesh.
Zhao Feng stood at the very front.
He had never forgotten the sight of Han Yanzi fighting the Myriad Phenomena Sect, Longevity Sect, and Qin Clan alone, yet still holding the upper hand with ease.
In terms of Dao Domains, the gap between Spirit Transformation cultivators and Void Refinement cultivators was merely that between the First and Second Tiers.
But in actual combat, it was like a heavenly chasm.
His junior fellow disciple Wang Ba, for instance, had slain a Spirit Transformation cultivator in battle while still at Nascent Soul, regarding ordinary Spirit Transformation cultivators as nothing. Yet after entering Spirit Transformation, even with every means at his disposal, he had struggled merely to protect himself against Han Yanzi.
Only