"Ah!"
A scream from Red Cloud echoed throughout the Purple Cloud Palace.
He felt an unimaginably vast will and a torrent of information, mixed with endless Heavenly Dao mysteries, rushing into his Primordial Spirit's Sea of Consciousness.
The sensation was as if a small cultivator were trying to swallow an entire starry sky, and his Primordial Spirit was about to burst.
His Daoist robe billowed, and the crimson cloud mist uncontrollably erupted, fiercely clashing with the Hongmeng Purple Qi that had penetrated his body, bizarrely attracting and merging with each other.
For a moment, Red Cloud's aura became extremely unstable.
At times, it surged, and at other times, it waned. His face showed a mix of emotions: pain, confusion, ecstasy, fear, all intertwined.
Inside the Purple Cloud Palace, the gods were all taken aback, retreating in haste, fearing they would be caught up in this sudden change.
"Daoist!"
