Li Yan stared into the sky, his expression turning grave. He knew that the tribulation had only truly begun now.
This blade was formed from the laws of wind. Not only could it split mountains and cleave seas, but more terrifying still, it might carry a trace of astral wind!
Astral wind that nearly all cultivators below the Nascent Soul stage would die upon encountering—this was the first true line between life and death faced by Pseudo-Nascent Soul cultivators. Fortunately, the astral wind within the Nascent Soul tribulation was very weak.
With a thought from Li Yan, the "Heavenly Wind Bamboo" on the ground rose to shield above his head, as though it had sensed the aura of its own kind.
Without waiting for Li Yan's control, one end of the "Heavenly Wind Bamboo" suddenly reared up like a cobra that had discovered its natural enemy.
At the same time, a vortex faintly appeared at the hole in its tip. In the blink of an eye, the vortex grew as large as a funnel and continued expanding without cease...
After the time it took to burn an incense stick, three enormous wind blades, each as tall as two Li Yans, surrounded him completely.
One slashed at his neck, one hacked down fiercely from above his head, while the third spun horizontally with a mournful howl, transforming into a massive silver wheel that sliced toward Li Yan's waist.
By now, Li Yan's robes were stained with blood across both chest and back. Silver light flickered from wounds on his body as small as an infant's mouth, while flesh and blood continuously writhed.
On his thigh, there was an even longer slanting gash. The robe on one side below his waist had already vanished, exposing black trousers stained with blood.
Li Yan's