"Wind!"
As this thought arose in his mind, an invisible breeze immediately swept around him.
"Rain!"
The surrounding temperature suddenly dropped, countless vapor droplets condensed in the air, transforming into droplets of water.
Wei Fan took a sharp intake of breath, realizing his willpower had become terrifyingly formidable, capable of influencing the natural environment.
He wondered if his Divine Soul would one day grow to be like that of a Divine Spirit, omnipotent at a single thought.
"Wei Fan, get out of here, this place is collapsing!"
Long Xueyi's voice woke Wei Fan, only to find the entire Secret Realm Space starting to tremble slightly. At the same time, the gray fog that had pervaded for years began to surge toward the stone tablet that recorded the Divine Silkworm Nine Transformations, which started to shatter, revealing a curtain of light.
"It's coming!"
As if by teleportation, his body instantly appeared beside Long Xueyi.
"Amazing!"
