Ao Huang, Turn Back!

In the pitch-black room.

A pair of bright, profound eyes lit up.

Within the spiritual platform of his sea of consciousness, a thread of mental power broke through the shackles of the flesh and left his body.

The mental power that had just broken free shot straight toward the door.

But the farther it traveled from Luo Chen's body.

The more rapidly that strand of mental power weakened.

Once it exceeded ten meters, it vanished outright.

Luo Chen raised a hand and rubbed his temples, feeling his head grow somewhat heavy.

"My mental power is still too weak."

But his goal had already been achieved.

What mattered now was examining the Visualization Chart inheritance.

His gaze fell upon the inheritance of the Star River Inverted Refining God Diagram. With anticipation, he cautiously extended a strand of mental power.

In an instant.

Luo Chen seemed to be standing amidst a river of stars.

The entire star river flowed in reverse, silver-white starlight pouring down like a waterfall.

In his palm, the Star Fragment seemed to awaken. Wrapped in starlight, it crashed into the sea of consciousness between Luo Chen's brows.

Within his sea of consciousness.

The river of stars transformed into a spinning Star Disk, the Northern Dipper as its axis and the Southern Dipper as its wheel. Every star was a Refining God Inscription.

As the starlight scattered down, it silently nourished his parched soul.

Luo Chen only felt his spiritual platform become clear and his entire body lighten. It was as though he had once been bound in shackles, only to smash the chains apart now.

In the corner of the room.

Li Changsheng, who had been resting with his head tucked in, slowly opened his eyes in the darkness and stretched out his head to glance upward.

Seeing Luo Chen's current state.

A string of question marks popped up above Li Changsheng's head.

Seriously? Not even an hour had passed, and you'd already entered the path?

Li Changsheng found it unbelievable.

One had to know that the Divine Intent Realm was a chasm for every martial artist.

No matter how outstanding one's martial talent was, if one lacked comprehension, it would still take considerable time to enter the path through a Visualization Chart.

But what about Luo Chen?

He could be certain that Luo Chen had not consumed any heavenly treasure that enhanced mental power.

How strange, how strange!

Li Changsheng clicked his tongue in wonder, then tucked his head back in.

He could not help sighing inwardly.

The world was vast, and strange things abounded.

Luo Chen's talent rose another level in his estimation.

Originally, Luo Chen had merely possessed a fair chance of glimpsing the Nirvana Realm in his eyes.

But now?

After turning it over from every angle, Li Changsheng felt that Luo Chen would at least become a Nirvana Realm expert in the future.

As for the Sixth Realm, Forging the Dao, that was no longer something talent alone could measure.

In the darkness of night, the raging wind and torrential rain still showed no sign of stopping.

Instead, they seemed to be growing ever fiercer.

Three hours later.

Luo Chen opened his eyes in the darkness. Starlight seemed to flow within his pupils, making them deep and magnificent.

"Are three hours the limit of my visualization for now?"

Luo Chen sensed the mental power in his sea of consciousness. It had increased by a third from before.

Of course, that was also because his mental power had originally been so weak. That was why it had grown so quickly during his first visualization.

[Realm: Divine Intent (Initial Manifestation of Divine Sense 1%)]

"I've reached the Divine Intent Realm!"

Luo Chen clenched his fist, excitement in his eyes.

Though he had only just entered the path and his strength had not improved much.

For him, the first step onto the path of cultivation was often the hardest.

As long as he grasped the method and saw the road ahead, talent and time would not be limitations.

Luo Chen glanced at the Green Turtle curled up in the corner.

After thinking it over, he still chose not to break through too much in one go.

To be safe, making a few small breakthroughs each month was far safer than trying to eat oneself into a fat man in one bite.

Although Li Changsheng seemed like a good turtle, one must never be without a guarded heart.

Half a month later.

This torrential rain, which had already lasted half a month, still showed no sign of stopping.

By now, even Qingyuan City was hanging by a thread beneath the relentless downpour.

Tall piles of sandbags had been stacked outside every side room of Liu Manor.

Servants hurried back and forth, busy dealing with the accumulated water.

Throughout the entire manor, the little girl was probably the only one who remained happy.

Watching Yaoyao hopping about in puddles.

Liu Xingsheng wore a helpless expression. Fortunately, the little girl was not foolish and only played in the puddles inside the house.

Outside, the rain poured down in sheets. Even the occasional thunderclap and flash of lightning could no longer frighten Yaoyao.

Tap, tap!

Outside the main gate.

Luo Chen wore a rain cape and a bamboo hat, rainwater cascading down his body like a waterfall.

Standing beneath the eaves, he shook the rainwater from himself.

Luo Chen looked up at the dim sky, his eyes filled with both solemnity and relief.

Fortunately, the Family was in Qingyuan City.

The world outside had already descended into chaos. Countless villages had been submerged, and commoners had been driven from their homes. By now, thirty to forty thousand refugees had gathered outside the northern gate.

And that was only the smallest glimpse of the disaster.

Qingyuan City was exceptionally understaffed at the moment. Even the Demon Suppression Bureau had been pulled in to maintain order.

Amid such chaos, the Demonic Beasts outside grew ever more rampant.

Just as Luo Chen gazed at the sky, overwhelmed by helplessness.

An aged voice sounded beside his ear.

At some unknown moment, Li Changsheng had appeared on Luo Chen's shoulder. Stretching out his head, the two of them looked together toward the horizon.

Rumble!

A clap of thunder exploded from the flat ground.

Within the rolling black clouds, a blinding bolt of lightning illuminated the dim sky.

Countless commoners looked up, oppressive terror spreading through their hearts.

White Dragon River.

Around the Crystal Palace at the bottom of the underwater abyss stood countless members of the Water Tribe.

At their head, Ao Sheng had transformed into a hundred-meter Flood Dragon. Bowing his head, he knelt toward the Crystal Palace.

Under the fanatical gazes of countless members of the Water Tribe.

The hundred-zhang crystal gates in the deepest part of the Crystal Palace exploded open with a thunderous blast.

A resounding dragon roar echoed across a thousand li.

Countless martial experts and bloodthirsty Demonic Beasts all raised their heads toward this stretch of heaven and earth, feeling the power within them slow by several degrees.

Above White Dragon River.

A towering column of water surged into the heavens, stirring the emerald waves into shattered silver ribbons.

Beneath the dim sky.

A dragon covered from head to toe in silver scales, like piled snow condensed into frost. Each scale glimmered with the cold, lustrous radiance of moonlight. Its body stretched a thousand zhang, winding like an endless snow mountain.

A bulge rose from its dragon head. Its vertical pupils were the translucent color of ice crystals, and wisps of white mist leaked out whenever its eyes opened and closed.

Its four claws were as sharp as frost blades. Whenever their tips touched the rainwater, sheets of ice crystals remained behind.

This was a true Heaven and Earth Divine Saint, the only one in the world.

The Flood Dragon raised its head and roared, its cry shaking the nine heavens. Below, the entire waterway of White Dragon River awakened, huge waves rolling as they poured out the mighty power of heaven and earth.

Countless villages and cities along its course were reduced to shattered ruins beneath the giant waves.

The despairing faces of countless commoners were swallowed by the waves, carried downstream with the river's current.

Within Qingyuan City.

Countless martial artists stood guard atop the city walls in every direction, preventing the giant waves from flooding into the city.

But the tens of thousands of refugees outside the city were not so fortunate. Numb with despair, they were swallowed by the might of heaven and earth.

Outside Liu Manor.

Luo Chen could not calm himself for a long time, shock and a trace of killing intent in his eyes.

He took a deep breath and turned to walk into Liu Manor.

There was nothing he could do now. He could only protect his family as much as possible.

Just then.

Downstream of White Dragon River, a vigorous voice exploded through the air.

"Ao Huang, turn back!"