Hiss!
Xu Yang drew in a sharp breath, his mind conjuring a vision of unspeakable horror.
The heaven-locking intent sealed and bound the Spirit River, endlessly condensing it until it became minuscule, then finally cast it into the Celestial Refining Divine Tripod, utterly refining it away.
In that moment, the Spirit River would cease to exist—the Spirit Realm lost to oblivion!
The whole process was like the slow decay of the Spirit River, with darkness as thick as ink swallowing everything, devouring not only the river itself, but all the living beings in the entire realm.
This instant, Xu Yang felt his hair stand on end, bones chilled to the core!
He finally understood how, back then, the First Emperor of Qian, and even the current peerless cultivators, could risk ten deaths out of one life, all for seeking a way to break free from the spirit path, to transcend it.
