Wulian Mountain.
The five-colored light of the Five Elements Primordial Magnetism intertwined and blazed, dyeing the world in its hues. The murderous light of countless Divine Techniques bore down, causing the void to ceaselessly crack and shatter.
Twenty-eight hundred zhang!
The domain at the very limit of Dao Embryo Four Transformations!
Under the silent, horrified gazes of Qiu Tianjing, Elder Wu, and all the disciples at the foot of the mountain.
Myriad fragments of a golden human body.
They pressed against the almost tangible five-colored primordial magnetic light and the onslaught of Divine Techniques, slowly but surely climbing toward the summit.
The speed was slow.
One could even call it squirming.
But the advance never halted for a moment, and not a single cry of pain was heard.
The shock was indescribable.
It deeply stirred the soul of every person watching.
They asked themselves honestly.
