Regarding the events unfolding outside, Jiang Hou was completely unaware; in the chaos of consciousness, he could not perceive the passage of time.
Four days, five days... Time swiftly passed.
Soon, more than a week had gone by. Under the firmament, swirling black clouds were continuously expanding, covering over a hundred kilometers, creating a heaven-shaking, earth-shattering momentum.
The black mist, essentially ruinous energy, gathered endlessly, transforming into a towering black column reaching the heavens, piercing deep into the earth beneath the vortex.
At the same time, the golden petals dispersed from the heavens and the ethereal images of the True Dragon and Phoenix vanished.
Though those phenomena had dissipated, the intangible aura in the area grew more and more terrifying.
The mountain range that had been refined had also disappeared, replaced by a kilometer-wide crater whose bottom brimmed with dark red lava.
