The piercing sunlight mercilessly scorched the earth.
In the wilderness of bones that filled the mountain forest, the blood-soaked Ancestor of Demon Refinement stared blankly at the scene before him.
One by one, the putrid corpses of the dragon-serpents fell amidst the wilderness of trees.
As the creeping death qi on the bodies gradually dispersed, the flesh of these dragon-serpents began to dissolve into revolting black smoke that wafted into the sky.
What finally remained in the wilderness were skeletons, stark and white.
Yet the man who had walked upon the ten-thousand-meter bodies of the dragon-serpents gazed out dazedly at everything before him.
The light of his burning Primordial Spirit was so dim it could extinguish at any moment.
Even the body of his mother turned to ash under the sunlight.
But watching everything in his field of vision, Zi Weiheng shook his slowly swaying body and let out a burst of loud laughter.
