His gaze rose in a bird's-eye view.
If the vast terrain of the Western Lands could be likened to the corpse of a giant, then now this giant's body bore a blue scar.
That blue was naturally the color of the ocean.
The Great Sun Burns the Sky, stars scattered like dust.
The Taoist was a towering figure, bare-chested, his hair shimmering like the stars with an erratic brilliance, occasionally sprinkled with bizarre specks of stardust from his body.
Amidst the roaring explosions, despite the Amethyst figure struggling frantically and trembling incessantly in his arms, it was still firmly imprisoned by the Taoist.
"What in the world are you!"
Asna's body was enveloped in a halo of purple light, flickering as he tried to erode Yi Chen's Cultivation Body, but he was horrified to find that his special ability, which usually influenced other Great Cultivators' Evil Thought Divine Abilities, now disappeared without a trace, like a clay ox entering the sea.
