Meanwhile, in the Gorge of Thousand Venoms, Xinzi's work carried on. The White-Winged Demon Army was only the first of Xinzi's creations, serving as free muscle and proof that in his camp, even the lowest of wastes could become a prodigy. But not everyone would fall for the Dao Chants or the promises of endless power and bliss. Others required more persuasive methods.
Sitting crossed-legged, Xinzi cupped his hands in a mudra. The Wisp of Heaven's Breath hovered right before his blood mask, shimmering with the principles of thunder, heat, drought, storms, and all manners of heaven-made disasters. By the ceiling above, the Evil Qi Tide ushered in by the 101 demonic corpses held strong. The violent energies produced by Zhenniao's destruction of Wenshen's statue also rippled.
