The Great Dao of Taiji

The surrounding area was all dark. Both the time and space had disappeared.

Ji Hao drifted in the world of darkness. From all directions, sharp strands of power had been dragging his body, pulling every muscle, every meridian, and each bone of his.

Those power strands were small, yet especially sharp. Ji Hao felt like being filled up by an army of ants, and each ant had gripped a tiny part of Ji Hao’s body in its mouthpart. These ants were tearing his body together; they wanted to tear him into the tiniest pieces.

Every strand of power was thin and sharp, yet extremely strong.

Ji Hao felt like being eating by countless ants. However, every single one of these ants was as powerful as a peak-level Divine Magus. They bit on Ji Hao’s body, shaking their heads hard, and crazily tearing him, cutting him, and attempting to crush and devour every slight bit of his spirit blood and life-force.