Top-grade Venerable One

The space in front of Ou Yangming quickly shattered and withered like autumn leaves. A streak of black light condensed out of thin air like a pool of the blood of an evil dragon, pitch-black like ink.

When the true path intent spread in all directions, its aura was as unspeakable as that of a ghost. It seemed that as long as one took a glance at it, they would be captured by the evil spirit and thrown into the hell of Avici. It was also like the waves in a boundless blue sea, sometimes surging and majestic, carrying the power to break through the air, and sometimes smooth and round, continuous and endless. Perhaps it could also be like the peak of an iceberg, with a bone-piercing cold wind that could freeze the soul... All kinds of mysteries were revealed, and it was difficult to describe them with words.

Heaven's Burial was already close to the essence of the great path.