Half a month later, deep within the Desolate Land.
In a void thousands of feet in radius, a dark gold cloud crackled, radiating vast heavenly might, and terrifying intentions from Heaven and Earth continually circulated within the dense cloud.
Almost every instant, the aura emitted from the cloud became denser. At this point, within hundreds of miles around the Desolate Ancient Forest, eagles' shrieks and beasts' roars had all fallen silent, ancient trees fell, overwhelmed by the heavenly might that had descended, subduing the Earth.
Underneath the thundercloud, Xiao Chen stood towering, wearing his green battle robe. He gazed up at the thundercloud in the sky vault, his face expressionless. After spending half a month, he finally grasped a hint of the mysteries of gold, imprinting the Divine Power of the Sharp Gold Spear within the Towering Realm with the assistance of the Mountain and River Soldier Method.