The winds and clouds changed abruptly, the winds howled desolately.
When a huge rune covered heaven and earth, those Wind Vein Divine Beasts couldn't stand still, their forms seemed about to be blown away by the strong winds.
"Wind—"
Below Five Quantities Mountain, a Divine Pattern Master from the Blazing Prairie Tribe roared.
"Wind—"
Countless Rune Masters roared wildly in unison.
This was a reverence and worship of the power of heaven and earth.
One whirlwind after another spun between heaven and earth, seemingly tearing the entire sky apart.
In the face of such power, the power of the divine beasts was weak.
Even those divine beasts stared excitedly at the divine patterns in the sky, eager to decipher the mysteries within.
"Wind is different from water; it knows warmth and cold, comforting the spirits of heaven and earth."
Han Muye's voice rang out.
As his words fell, the ravaging gale between heaven and earth instantly softened into a gentle breeze.
