Chapter 805

Black clouds billowed across the horizon, and lightning lashed out in every direction. Xuanye City was drowned in a torrential downpour of acid rain, a manifestation of the Demonic Qi sweeping through the world in its natural cycle. But just then, as the thunder grew increasingly intense, the murky rain suddenly turned clear. The pungent, acidic stench dissipated, and a breeze—fresh and pristine, like a gust blowing across a green, grassy wilderness in spring—swept through the streets and buildings. Aside from the ceiling overhead that had been cleaved open by lightning and the sphere of electricity contracting and expanding as it gathered in the center of the cloud vortex, An Jing felt as though he had been transported, in an instant, to a spiritual land in Huaixu. No, it felt even fresher, more natural, and more comfortable than any spiritual land in Huaixu.