While the outside world was facing an irreversible crisis, Louis finally sensed the change in energy he had been waiting for.
The moment the blood moon appeared and dark red raindrops like fresh blood fell from the sky, the energy in the space exploded, especially the energy of darkness.
For someone like Louis, who had been a Dark God in his previous life, this could not have been better. With dense darkness energy permeating everywhere, this was the most ideal condition for his cultivation.
Around Louis, winds began to rise, even though the door to the room was tightly shut.
Wind, or rather, streams of energy centered on him, began to spiral, like a vortex. Energy that had once been invisible now became visible, a deep purple-black that could not be mistaken.
They gathered, taking Louis as the core, surging endlessly inward, threading through every part of his body, finally converging at a spot beneath his heart.
