Boom!
The purple thunder dragon was so thick that it seemed to be able to tear the sky apart, and with the power of world destruction, it hit Lu Yuan hard.
That was the last of the Nine-Nine Heavenly Tribulation in the Hongmeng Realm. He, the Heaven-defying Alchemy Lord, is about to overcome the catastrophe. The Ten Thousand Source Pearl hangs above the head, and the brilliance flows, trying to resist the power that can destroy the heaven and the earth. However, God is ruthless.
In an instant, the excruciating pain swallowed up all his consciousness.
…
"Didi... Didi..."
The regular, monotonous sound penetrated into Lu Yuan's mind like a tireless summer cicada.
His eyes shot open.
Wrong.
There was no purple lightning in front of him, no broken void, and no desperate light when the Wanyuan Pearl was shattered. The blinding whiteness made him dizzy.
There was a strange smell in the air, like the aftertaste of burning some inferior purification rune, with a hint of pungent sweetness. He wrinkled his nose, not liking the smell.
"Tsk." A very light click of the tongue was his subconscious reaction.
Lu Yuan moved his fingers, but what he felt was an unfamiliar feeling of stagnation. Weak. Weak as never before. He had only experienced this feeling when he was a young monk who had just entered the Qi refining stage. No, it's even weaker than that, as if the physical body is just an empty shell that will fall apart with a little force.
