"Forget it. If the sky falls, the tall ones will hold it up." Ye Tian reined in his thoughts and turned to observe the domain of wind.
He projected his divine sense into it, and instantly felt his soul and body separate. This was a world made entirely of raging gales. The storm felt like an exploding universe—vast, boundless, stretching out to an endless horizon filled solely with ferocious tempests, punctuated from time to time by roaring winds and fierce thunder.
"What the hell? This is a wind domain?" Ye Tian muttered in shock, feeling as though he had been cast into a destructive void. His scalp tingled, though thankfully the attacks were not hitting him in reality.
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