Needless to say, his cultivation realm did not rise. The heavens above did not split, nor did the Dao recognize any breakthrough beyond the sky and the firmament. Yet the power coursing through his body was undeniable, pure ancient, like ancient ancient, and tyrannical, like a dormant abyss that had briefly opened its eyes.
Swoosh!
Young Master Tianmo vanished from sight.
It was not speed in the ordinary sense. Rather, his presence simply ceased to exist at that point in space, as if the very coordinates of reality had been quietly erased.
However, the moment of mystery quickly faded, replaced by confusion, a generational loss of Aura.
Where exactly was the enemy?
Tianmo's crimson gaze slowly swept across the horizon, his conceptual horns flickering faintly above his head, from a deeper layer of reality, sending a layer of rippling waves that even most powerful eyes couldn't fathom.
