Above that boundless vault of heaven, dark clouds surged, dense as black ink. These dark clouds seemed stirred by some mysterious force, churning violently like giant waves in the deep sea. Within those rolling dark clouds, bolts of lightning slithered like silver snakes, flashing with dazzling light and emitting deafening roars, as if an ancient dragon were waking from its slumber, lurking beneath the firmament, ready at any moment to burst through the clouds and descend upon the mortal world.
A fierce gale howled, rustling the trees and sending branches and leaves flying. The entire Secret Realm was shrouded in an intangible sense of oppression—an oppression so heavy it made one breathless, as though heaven and earth were about to shatter and the end of the world were imminent. Yet, amidst this turbulent environment, Hu Yuan sat cross-legged as steady as a mountain.
His eyes were half-closed, his expression calm like a sleeping immortal. At his chest, the Hunyuan Spiritual Root slowly rotated, emitting a faint glow. This Hunyuan Spiritual Root beat like a living heart, resonating with the energy between heaven and earth and continuously absorbing the surrounding spiritual qi.
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