What was the feeling of being pressured by Mount Tai?
Zhu Qian had never experienced it before, but he felt like currently, Mount Tai was weighing down on him from above.
Yan Zhaoge's terrifying palm descended, causing all of Zhu Qian's bones to crack with a muffled crunch.
Zhu Qian was covered in red as terrifying beads of blood trickled out from all of his pores, making him look like a being of only blood.
Zhu Qian clenched his teeth and stimulated his aura-qi.
Within his dantian, his aura-qi that was filled with spirituality had returned to simplicity, turning into an existence like the great earth, resembling fertile soil, allowing it to nurture an even more remarkable force.
Zhu Qian's knowledge on the martial dao and his spirituality from communication with the heavens and the earth had already transformed into a spirit seed, nourished within that spirit soil.