The sword forest beneath the heavens was a realm of serene solitude.
Chen Sheng was seated cross-legged atop a meditation cushion, his eyes gently closed for a long time. The aura around him sometimes condensed like a sword, its edge restrained, and sometimes it was heavy like an abyss, immeasurably deep.
Each thread of breath resonated with the rhythms of the Great Dao!
With the emergence of the Asura tribe from the world within him, the patriarch Ming Sheng provoked a world-ending catastrophe, accelerating the demise of the heavens and earth...
Celestial fire, water disasters, wind disasters… gradually emerged!
The destructive tribulation of the Pan Wu realm had already quietly entered its late stage.
The power of destruction permeated the heavens and earth, yet it was the aid to Chen Sheng's cultivation. His cultivation steadied and rose in thickness, borrowing from the momentum of this tribulation.
