The sky was blanketed in thunderclouds, where golden bolts of lightning roared and flashed at irregular intervals, growing increasingly dense. This was the terrifying, externalized natural phenomenon that occurred when potent Spirit-Evils were gathered by a mighty existence without needing to be actively channeled—the true might of the Purple Palace.
Heaven and Earth placed no restrictions on the Kun-fiend. High above the firmament, far from suppressing the Cultivators of the human race, that boundless sea of malevolent clouds served instead as its catalyst and an extension of its very being.
An Xuan raised his head, looking up at the sky through a gap in the clouds. What he saw was a colossal behemoth entrenched above the vault of heaven, its mere existence stirring up endless gales and thunder while obscuring half the sky.
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