Hurricanes howled, thunder exploded, and heavy snow raged wildly.
In this exceptionally dangerous environment, Phoenix Creek Great Saint stood with his hands clas meninas his back, his face calm, his gaze indifferent. "Yellow Dragon? Heh heh..."
Dense layers of the Dark Soul River swirled around him, like colossal pythons formed from thick black smoke. Even a slight undulation from them could crush the void of the Green Heaven, grinding it into nothingness.
The bloodcurdling wails emanating from the Dark Soul River were enough to chill one to the bone.
Silence fell over Heaven and Earth. The denizens of the Eastern Wilderness were in constant trepidation. The power of a Great Saint was far too terrifying. If not stopped, the idea that the Eastern Wilderness Divine Continent itself could sink was no mere fantasy.
Beings of this caliber were meant to be the hidden pillars of major powers.
