Eastern Xizhou.
Yachanyin sat cross-legged atop the peak of the Black Stone Mountain. His entire body was no longer of a brilliant golden hue, but instead possessed the translucent, dazzling texture of diamond, within which flowed a power as sharp as the edge of a blade.
Endless streams of blood-red Mortal Tribulation Qi were forcibly summoned by his Vajra might, pouring like a giant funnel into the isolated peak beneath him!
Chapter 268