Ryu rushed forward with great speed, his figure flickering several times as he surged in the direction of the Northern Heavenly Wind.
He made it to its side extraordinarily quickly, but he could already sense that the spark of Origin Flame from earlier had vanished. Even so, he was unmoved, he had already calculated that something like this would happen.
He entered the stream of Northern Heavenly Wind, inhaling with all of his might. Harsh winds whipped against his skin and cut into it. If it had been any other Dao Pedestal Realm expert in this situation, they would have been shredded to pieces in an instant.
The Northern Heavenly Wind was the embodiment of wind, and though it was the second most gentle after Southern Heavenly Wind, it was also still a force of nature. Casually entering a stream of it was bound to lead to death and destruction. Only by fusing with a curated embryo or a restrained mature version of it could one fuse with it normally.
