Wind of Yin

Yinglong felt something off about the air. As reflex, all of his magical senses flared up and extended for vast distances. Yet aside from something foul tasting, he can't quite identify what has him so on edge.

He turned back round to the burning buildings behind. The devils here had not expected a Primal Zenith powerhouse to suddenly arrive. The vast majority of their own similarly ranked immortals had left to combat the major invasion forces. Hence their strategy has worked.

Nevertheless, the formations utilized by this sect did stop him for a few days. Not long enough for any reinforcements to arrive but still annoying.

"Nothing here?" He asked a shrimp lieutenant.

"No your highness. There were scores of treasures but none of substantial rank. Other then that, we got no signs of any formation anchor."

The shrimp's delivery of bad news made Yinglong grumble. It has been many months and he wanted to see his sons again. The only solace he had was that the four of them were more managers than warriors and hence stayed behind.

"What of our prisoner? Has his suicide methods been expelled yet?"

The shrimp looked like he didn't know. He quickly made an excuse and Yinglong bade him leave to ask. He had some time to spare before moving on, hence he didn't make too much of a fuss.

Around him, a once beautiful valley was gone. Devils may've had a negative image in the oceans but that didn't mean their territory were hideous nor were their methods distasteful to the old dragon. Though there was a thick smell of yin type qi mixed in with the air. It maybe just been another side effect of so many deaths.

They were cultivators like anyone else. Just those under a different label. But they were notably much more willing to go through extremes compared to cultivators from any other parts of the world. Even in battle, Yinglong had witnessed underlings leave their commanders to die.

Something about how that frees up space for them to advance. Honestly that part of devil cultivation always felt off to him.

Yinglong's eyes drifted to the night sky above him. The constellation of the White Tiger wasn't visible at all. No chances had occurred in the sky meaning none of the other search teams managed to destroy an anchor point.

Luohu's talent in the art of formations truly were something else. First the Immortal Extermination Four Swords, now this?

He silently wondered, if the Heavenly Dao was still active, would this vast formation even be allowed to exist? It can't possibly have been activated until recently. Just another action to add to Luohu's foresight.

'Then again, would such a farseeing person do something as reckless as breaking apart the sky in a tantrum?'

The winged dragon was broken out of his musing when more of his men approached him with news. The self inflicted suicide techniques on the Primal Zenith Great Devil Emperor's body has been eradicated. He can no longer pull a fast one on him.

A general rule in the cultivation world? Driving someone off was easy, killing them was moderately difficult, capturing was extremely difficult. You had to be immensely more powerful then another individual to render them powerless to escape and to prevent them from self destructing.

In the ancient times, even Hongjun and Luohu would've found it more reasonable to flee or resist than outright stopping Shenni from self destructing. In modern times, devils had developed so many creative spells that allowed for self termination in the event self destructing was prevented as well.

It was so out of left field, culturally at least, for anyone not from the West Continent that keeping anyone prisoner was hard.

"These devils are remarkably viscous. Even to themselves your highness," one of his attending soldiers mused.

"Too right. We're it not for that Tongtian fellow, we wouldn't have been able to dispel all those spells on his body. Who knew there were so many methods to kill one's self?" Another said

Yinglong soon spotted a young energetic woman with sharp eyebrows hovering near a devil restrained by many black and white bindings. Nearby stood Yuanshi who looked away as soon as Yinglong arrived, and Taishang who was meditating mid air.

Around them, many aged dragons and sea creatures looked on with a gaze of befuddlement. From their perspective, a junior had just outperformed many of them who were old monsters.

"I hear you've removed any dangerous spells on this prisoner's body. Well done," Yinglong praised.

"That is to be expected. My sister is the foremost expert in formations after all," Yuanshi immediately proclaimed with a pride filled voice.

The dragon only nodded. His full attention was focused on the bound devil. "You've caused me a lot of headache…King Jun was it?"

"Great King Jun of Mt…"

"Don't care," Yinglong cut him off with contempt. "Tell me of the location of this cursed formation's anchors. Where must we strike to break it? Where are its weakest links?"

The devil couldn't struggle beneath all the bindings. Despite what he must've felt on the inside, on the outside he could only slavishly obey. His mind was already not under his will anymore. A Manta ray immortal at the Primal Zenith level had already saw to that.

Hence he told Yinglong what he knew.

Which turned out to be a fat load of nothing.

"How is that possible? You're a Primal Zenith Chaos Immortal! All immortals of your rank were designated Great Emperors and leaders of the Devilish Dao!" Yinglong practically roared. Several months of frustration was released in an instant as he unconsciously covered the sky in rain clouds.

"We don't even know what its called. Hundun just told us Ancestor Luohu has everything figured out. Then next thing we know, Six colors crossed the sky and the new sky's constellations disappeared."

Yingling felt his patience being worn thin. What was he gonna tell Zulong? What was he gonna tell Da Hai? The old dragon felt shameful.

"That can't be!" Tongtian suddenly said. "No way something of this scale was set up outside of anyone's notice. There must've been large movements of resource."

"Things gets moved around too much for anything to seem out of place for me," the devil shrugged. "Wars between sects, festivals in Ancestor Luohu's name, and competition to stir up the youngsters to name a few. I was only an minor

elder before my recent advancement, if there were any secrets within these actions? I wasn't told."

"Ah right, the amount of devils within a certain realm is limited," Tongtian mused.

"Fine then. What other secrets of this formation can you tell me? Outside of weakening the bodies of non devil cultivators?" Yinglong asked.

The devil clicked his tongue in thought. An unsure look crossed his face. "Hm, primordial qi of the yin attribute has been rising ever since our formation showed itself."

Dragons, seafolk cultivators, rogue cultivators, and East Continent natives all looked at each other in confusion. They've known this fact about the environment for some time now, but because they were all foreigners who'd never stepped foot in the west before, they chalked it up to a natural feature.

It was something so minor, even Yinglong overlooked it.

The dragon refocused his senses on the smell of yin. He found it chilling as was usual with many things related to yin. But he noticed there was a difference in how it appeared compared to when his aunt master Wangshu would make her presence known.

It wasn't just cold. It was haunting. Almost like unintelligible voices of calling out. Except they were so distant, that all that was heard was soft blowing.

The restrained devil seemed to have noticed it too. But instead of Yinglong's trepidation, he found excitement. He hoped he would be freed some, he had rivals who were still stuck at the Primal Origin level and were just itching to breakthrough.

"Death, death, death to you worms who wronged me! My sect, my prestige, my cultivation!"

"Who said that?"

Dozens to hundreds of high level cultivators were alarmed. Gradually, a wind laced with yin energy blew across their bodies. Most noticeably, swirls began appearing in various locations.

'Almost like bodies are forming!' Yinglong wasted no time unleashing dozens of geysers. They arced across the sect ruins right through any mass of qi they found. These attacks shot through many of them, breaking their structures.

"Revenge, revenge, I must have revenge. You killed me!"e

Yinglong whipped around, nearly catching a transparent arm. He was startled as the arm passed through his flesh, right through his chest. Although he suffered no physical damage, he felt an involuntary chill down his spine.

"Haiyah!" Tongtian slashed through the same shade with her Qingping sword and at least seven other dragons, two crabs, and five fishes of various kinds attacked these blobs of qi.

But these figures were just like the wind. They only blew pass you with untouchable grace. Yinglong sucked in a deep breath and roared.

Aside from his booming voice, the sheer force of his breath blew apart the attacking ghastly figures.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!"

A horrifying screech interrupted Yinglong's cry. The assault on his ears caused the dragon to and many others to flinch. This gave enough time for more figures to manifest around them.

"Winged dragon, you'll pay for killing me!" A far more legible voice screeched.

"Senior brother?" The bound devil called out in shock.

Then the raw force of a Devil Great Emperor erupted, blowing all the cultivators aside from Yinglong away. Perhaps if they were prepared more, these Chaos Immortal powerhouses could've stood their grounds better, but they had their own concerns to deal with.

All of Yinglong's group were at least above the Chaos Immortal threshold. They were intended to be a small but hard hitting force after all. But what ambushed them were ghostly apparitions of Chaos Immortal devils. The amount of faces who'd appeared were all the higherups of the sect they'd just slaughtered.

All of these people were recognized by the chained devil as his comrades who'd left for Buzhou and had not returned. "Oh," he gasped. "I see now." In mere moments, the ruins were swarmed by an even bigger number of deceased devils.

"Winged dragon! You'll you'll pay for what you've done!" The ghostly devil who'd screeched, attacked Yinglong. His clawed hands wrapped around the dragon's neck and dragged him into the sky. His jaw stretched unnaturally on his humanoid face and a white cloud emerged from his mouth.

"Who are you?" Yinglong asked in genuine confusion. As soon as he noticed the apparition gaining a physical form, he acted. His hands slid beneath his assailer's grip and forced their claws away. He then blew air through the white cloud, tearing it apart. To end it all, he performed a roundhouse into the stomach of the devil.

The booming sound of a thunderstorm was heard behind Yinglong. As his feet connected, two illusionary dragons ripped through the devil's body, sheering his flesh apart.

"How dare you? I am Emperor Thousand Leaves Wang Shinyan! We brawled atop Mt Buzhou!"

"I killed so many devils that day that your faces all blurred together," Yinglong replied. He attacked with shockwaves from palm strikes the sound of which ruptured the very sky they thought on.

The devil gritted his teeth. His claws cut into reality as he tried to create a dimensional wall t protect himself.

"That won't work fool, locking spacetime was the first thing we did!" Yinglong manifested yellow wings on his back. Shadowy dragons danced in the sky, soon rain drops followed along from the path of these dragons.

Yinglong's attack wasn't just on the devil he faced, but also on the dozens of devils attacking his soldiers. Each of his raindrops were like daggers falling from the sky. Each droplet tore into the newly created flesh, slicing through defensive spells and what not.

"GAH!" The ghostly Devil Emperor crossed his arms. The fading image of an ancient tree began manifesting mid air. But the devil groaned at his technique. "I was so much stronger."

"Lucky for me." Yinglong's voice startled the devil. He couldn't turn around in time as Yinglong's hand transformed into a claw and ripped through his chest. There was no blood drawn, only flesh being pushed out. But even then, this flesh faded back into the air.

Without giving him a chance, Yinglong immediately created a spears of water around his hand. He impaled the devil over and over again. Then he followed that up with a wall of lighting, vaporizing the devil's entire body.

But he didn't end it there, the expanded the concentrated lighting into numerous bolts. All of them plummeted down to create localized explosions at the ghostly devils attacking his forces.

"Huph, huph!" Yinglong gasped after he was finished. The yin qi around him had been scattered so utterly that whatever will possessed them had faded, for now at least. Hence he rejoined his soldiers admits the pouring rain.

It seemed Yuanshi, Taishang, and Tongtian were all fine if a bit startled. Yinglong looked around and saw two dragon corpses much to his dismay. A small distance away, the shrimp he was talking to earlier had half his head sliced off.

"What was that?" Someone asked between shocked gasping. The devils had all been eliminated. But in the confusion, the previously bound devil broke his restraints and escaped.

"Their aura felt like genuine cultivators. But I know I definitely killed one of those who attacked us," Taishang said calmly. "This is vexing. Souls of the dead dissipate upon death. That has always been the rule."

"Brother, there were ones who despite feeling like Primal Origin Chaos Immortals, their power were akin to the average Great Principle Chaos Immortal. And the ones who felt like Great Principle Chaos Immortals, well their attacks hit more like a freshly broken through Chaos Immortal," Yuanshi said.

"Right, their attacks felt strange too. When cultivators fight, we can feel the insight of the Dao behind those attacks. But these devils, they felt hollow," Tongtian added.

The three's discussions and conclusions were the same Yinglong had observed while fighting that Primal Zenith Chaos Immortal devil. That devil was not truly powerful enough to beat him in a straight up fight. But he also wasn't weak enough to be swatted aside like a lessor cultivator.

In that confrontation, Yinglong was not the only confused one. The devil attacking him seemed to be flabbergasted too. It was almost as if he wasn't used to his state of self.

"Send word to my brother," Yinglong ordered the Manta ray immortal. "The rest of you, we'll move on."

…

Across the West Continent, a massive shark clashed against an orca radiating the aura of a devil. The shark was massive, easily thousands of kilometers long with black eyes promising nothing but death. The two had been locked in combat for three whole days already with neither side seeing clear advantage.

"My grandson! You'll pay for eating my grandson!" Colossal Shark Ancestor roared in a fury.

His army had initially been on the offense after splitting from Zulong's main host. Thinking that a sect famous locally for possessing numerous treasures would enrich his clan further in a dragon oppressed world, the Colossal Shark Ancestor gleefully attacked.

But now, his army was forced on the back foot, and much of his family who'd come with him had already fallen.

"Hahahaha! If he was so weak, why bring him into battle?" The orca devil said merrily. His tone caused the shark nothing but grief.

Both of them were Primal Zenith Chaos Immortal and clearly they were both ancient existences. Colossal Shark had been around since Shenni had been alive and this Orca too was an ancestral head of his clan.

Around them, hundreds of thousands of immortals and devils fought in a frenzy. The sky, the land, rivers, and mountains were stained with blood and fallen corpses. In such a scene of death, the cold wind stained in yin energy blew strongly without anyone noticing.

The Colossal Shark ancestor and the Orca Great Devil Emperor, neither noticed the air cooling. Booth of them were stained in blood while, constantly hurling spells at each other.

The Colossal Shark's jaws opened to the absolute extreme. The pale image of a skeletal mouth manifested through his technique and he aimed to bite the orca in half.

"DIE!"

The devil narrowed his eyes in anticipation. The black and white on his body glowed and his body convulsed with veins.

But before either side could continue their clash. A massive organism smashed into Colossal Shark's side interrupting his momentum and throwing him off course.

"Who dares?"

"I dare!"

The organism who attacked the shark immortal was a devil who's skin was cool to touch. She resembled a lumpy toad thousands of kilometers in size and possessed three pearl like eyes. This devil wasn't alone either, no less than five Primal Zenith Chaos Immortals appeared out of nowhere.

Colossal Shark wasn't deterred, he switched his attention on to them and began fighting back against these new targets. He didn't know where they came from nor how they sneaked up on him, but he'll kill them all the same.

Tangling with the first, then another, then a third, the paragon existence from the East Sea transformed into a mass of water that jetted across these devils. He sliced through the toad devil's face with shocking speed and proceeded to bite off the arm of another.

"Qi with he purity of a Primal Zenith Chaos Immortal, but only the combat ability of this?" He sneered. But even as he said so, he moved around while the rest began gaining up on him. From five Primal Zenith realm experts, three more appeared, then dozens upon dozens of cold Primal Origin Chaos Immortals tried to attack him. Following that Great Principle Chaos Immortals appeared by the thousands.

His own army numbered in the hundred thousands, the vast majority of foot soldiers weren't even Golden Immortals. Captains and lieutenants were Golden, and Great Unity Golden Immortals. Only the leading figures stood beyond the Chaos Immortal gulf.

When the battle commenced days ago, his numbers and the devil clan he attacked was around even. But from the moment the yin wind blew, this reversed completely.

Colossal Shark found himself being mobbed by numerous devils. Individually, they'd all be weaker then him. None of them were strong enough to truly fight him yet weren't weak enough to be swatted aside like flies. Just annoying enough to make an impact.

"GAH!" Colossal Shark screamed in pain as a pair of jaws bit into his lower half. The orca he'd previously been fighting had recovered and taken advantage of the mobbing. With one huge bite, he ripped the flesh off of Colossal Shark ancestor's body spilling his internal organs into open air.

The devil quickly backed off swallowing the liver he'd just pulled out. "Good taste," he said licking his lips.

"AAAAAHHHH!" Colossal Shark screamed in agony. Instinctively, the world around him exploded with rich qi and Dao essence. Golden glittering light particles burned the air around him and caused True, Profound, and Heavenly Immortals to start going insane. The air transformed into primordial water and living beings in the area who weren't strong enough to resist, found their bodies beginning to melt.

Colossal Shark thrashed wildly as the devils who mobbed him kept taking bits of flesh off of him. He flailed into he and the ones in pursuit crashed into the ground, creating a crater which skirted for thousands of kilometres.

"Get away from me!" The shark screamed. Pillars of water spiraled out of the earth, turning into hands holding fin like swords. They slashed at the Primal Zenith and Primal Origin Chaos Immortals attacking him, but only managed to kill off the Great Principle Chaos Immortals.

"Kill this fucker now!" The disfigured three eyed toad demanded. She hadn't died but her stature looked close to death. Despite that, she acted as if she were completely fine, so much so that the orca devil found it weird.

'Not that I'd complain,' the orca thought. Soon enough, his own descendants piled around him including other devils at the Primal Zenith realm.

"Ancestor!"

"Save the ancestor!"

Numerous sharks broke formation to retrieve Colossal Shark. Primal Zenith experts, Primal Origin experts, Great Principle experts, even Golden Immortals attempted to do so.

The orca devil smirked. He avoided an oncoming Primal Zenith shark and bit the immortal from below. "Only your ancestor was strong enough to contend with me. No one else is qualified!"

The swing of the orca alone was enough to disintegrate thousands of Golden Immortals in an instant. Not even Chaos Immortals were safe, for as long as they remained in the Great Principle realm of power, their bodies contorted from the black and white waves coming from the orca's tail swipe.

"Kill them my family," the orca devil commanded.

It became a bloodbath. The culmination of seafolk clans lead by Colossal Shark suffered total defeat. While eventually, dozens of elders working together managed to get Colossal Shark ancestor to safety, this wasn't without the loss of seven eighths of his physical body.

The ancestral clan of sharks also lost nearly all of their top fighting force. Most of their Chaos Immortals were massacred and nearly all of the immortals who followed them were killed.

In the aftermath, the orca devil turned to the three eyed toad.

"I thought you were dead Pearl Gaze, didn't you get stomped to paste?"

…

All across the West Continent, many groups were experiencing deja vu. Swarms of devils mobbed the invading alliance. Often times this was in between important battles, enough to force them into retreat. Often times, the people fighting encountered familiar faces who all should've been dead.

Yi Fei'e and her sisters fought off hundreds of returned devils they'd killed. Various innate god encountered devils who they'd slaughtered. Even Liu Er found victims of his previous cudgel chasing after him.

Those who showed up in large numbers were overwhelming especially for the smaller groups. Yet it wasn't as if devils now had it easy. Those who found themselves within the Primitive World again found their new forms despairing. Some part of them was hollow and their lack of power showed.

It was difficult to adapt to it especially after the adrenaline of entering battle wore off. At the same time, those previously in power could only stare their rivals who now held their prior position and cultivation with despair.

Hundun expected this result. But for the sake of progress, it had to be done. The weaknesses of devil cultivation has been known for eons. They can only blame themselves for not doing their research. To a godfiend, it was pitiful and downright heretical, but he wasn't going to complain.He calmly handed his escape from Da Hai with what he considered graceful. Looking back, he saw Da Hai's figure being further and further away.

"He's very far now, that's good," he said to himself.

He didn't know what Da Hai's been up to in the past million years given his full attention was with Luohu, and the rest of the Devilish Dao. But he knew he shouldn't underestimate him, anyone who made it to the Limitless Supreme Chaos Immortal stage had deep foundations. These were people on the verge of fully comprehending the Dao.

Hundun looked back at Da Hai again and nodded in satisfaction. "Seems he can only remain at a perpetual distance. His speed, in short bursts at least, isn't impressive at all."

Hundun began slowing down and thinking of his next move. With the original body safe, and the clone within processing phase, he needed something else to occupy his time.

"Luohu should still be recovering but, I do need to find out what Hongjun is up to." At times like this, Hundun hated how Mara was still MIA. He needed that person's expertise to manipulate the rebirth process. Heaven knows Luohu couldn't be bothered.

He took a look back and found Da Hai at an even further distance away. It was funny to him, he was so fast that it was like the sea god was moving away from him instead. As if Da Hai was flying backwards while facing him.

"Wait did I pass that mountain that long ago?" He narrowed his eyes at the mountain Da Hai just passed. Da Hai was smaller then a spec at this point so Hundun wasn't worried at all.

"Ah…anyway, I have to recuperate my losses as well. Red Mist Temple's patriarch still owes me, let's pay him a visit if it hasn't been besieged yet."

Hundun turned around towards the location of his next destination. With all the chaos in the world, everyone was a lot more distracted then they used to be.

Then a hand clamped down on his shoulder.

"Huh?"

Hundun whipped his head around to meet Da Hai eye for eye.

BOOM!

Hundun's power culminated into his fist. A ball of destructive energy acting as a, "get away from me," move. A reflex from his sudden shock which would've killed an ordinary Primal Zenith Chaos Immortal paragon figure.

But like all beings who entered combat, Da Hai was expecting any and all moves against him. The primal ocean from a super ancient past revealed itself through his eyes. The totality of this ancient ocean met Hundun's chaotic force and reached an equilibrium of sorts.

Within the impact, two primal forces attempted to annihilate the other, trying to convert the other into themselves. The force of chaos was also like a reflection of the ancient ocean, as if its past history of over a million years condensed into a new lifeform who wished to take over. But the ocean was an ever expanding being, despite being physically close, it was as if it were growing further and further away, with a distance that stretched beyond the horizon.

This all took part within the confines of an enclosed fist in a palm clamping down upon it. Da Hai slowly pushed Hundun's fist down bit by bit.

"I never took my attention off of you," Hundun said.

"Yes. You never did," Da Hai admitted sincerely.

"I knew where you were this entire time. How?"

Da Hai didnt answer Hundun anymore. He only allowed a small smirk to rise from his face. Instead, he turned to face Mt Sumeru in the vast distance. There, although it was very hard, he was sure he met the confused gaze of a second Hundun.

"This is an avatar right? You never actually left that mountain yourself," Da Hai said. "So well built as well. This avatar's combat ability is well beyond what Primal Zenith Chaos Immortals posses."

"It took five yuanhui's worth of time to gather the resources to build," Hundun admitted proudly. "I only got lucky in the end. But I must ask you fellow daoist. Please release me."

"Release? We're enemies in this war. How dumb can you possibly be?"

"Is that really the case?" Hundun chuckled bitterly. His other hand rose up to Da Hai's alarm. Hundun's finger seemed to drag across the air. But it was as if he was considering something else. "You're really making things hard for me."

"You can make things easier for me," Da Hai said. "Six arms, Mara's origins? You're referring to the concept of samsara, perpetual reincarnation within the six paths."

The modern Primitive World was not nearly identical to what his inherited human memories remembered from reading internet novels. In this place a form of reincarnation did exist across all Chaos Worlds. But it wasn't like the systematic like samsara's reincarnation wheel made it.

All living beings, before the Golden Immortal realm were owned by their home universe. Their true souls did not belong to them and existed within the river of time. The river of time contained all the true souls of all beings within a Chaos World, since true souls contained the totality of history that anyone who emerged from these souls possessed, they're functionally record keepers of history. Hence the river they all existed in was called the river of time.

When a living being is born, wether they be by connate means or post natal means, a soul emerges from the true soul and enters the physical world. When this living being inevitably perish, the soul dissipates and returns to the true soul. This cycle is repeated again and again.

It was natural, but not organized. A chance based system that no one commanded. This was why Heavenly Immortals have an utmost limit of a a hundred and twenty nine thousand, six hundred years worth of life. A single yuanhui was the absolute limit a soul could last.

In the Primitive World's case, this was largely the same. Only with the added caveat that Golden Immortals were regular occurrences. So true souls were ripped out of the river of time a lot. However, the downside also made itself known.

The river of time was in a way, a failsafe. Even if your soul was destroyed by someone, you'd still be safe with he true soul creating another soul in its place from its safe haven, the river of time. But once they leave, reincarnation ends. A living being is in full ownership of themselves, so if they die? Their true soul dissipates permanently.

Unlike beings bound by lifespan, there was no afterwards for people like Da Hai, Zulong, or Hongjun. It was only Pangu's mercy that the Chaos Godfiend's true souls were not destroyed but instead allowed to merge into aspects of the Primitive World and become the first generation of innate gods. That was to say, the insular environment of the newly created Primitive World along with the Chaos Godfiend's sheer force of will, and ability to hold their cultivated Nascent Soul as a last line of defense protected their true souls from dissipating.

"Just a way to add to our numbers," Hundun said. "Wasn't my idea mind you."

"How do I shut it down?" Da Hai demanded.

"That's the fun part. It'll alot more then just you. Neither you, me, that dragon or any of the sovereigns. Heck not even if Hongjun joins you will you be able to deactivate it. Amazing isn't it?"

Da Hai tightened his grip as Hundun lowered his arms.

"Destroy my avatar and you'll earn my enmity fellow daoist. I implore you to let me go, we don't have to be enemies."

Da Hai's mouth ripped with rows of fangs. His irises disappeared into black orbs. Seven hissing snake heads emerged from his hair roaring winds grew into a hurricane around them.

THOOM!

A vast distance away, a truly gargantuan aftershock uprooted several of Luohu's attempts at vegetative decoration while Hundun's true body scoffed. It was a dreadful setback losing a free limb like that. He turned back around and moved deeper into Mt Sumeru. Hopefully, Mara will show himself again and Luohu can heal up already.