Boom—
Thunderous roars incessantly erupted, causing the surrounding seas of the island to undulate as the howling wind approached, almost as if a storm was about to arrive.
Gu An stood with his back to Yang Jian, his divine sense enveloping a vast expanse of millions of miles of the ocean, ready to guard against the approach of any Great Cultivator.
He wasn't worried about the Celestial Tribulation triggered by Yang Jian, since such tribulations were not much over the ocean anyway. After all, Yang Jian's cultivation level was apparent. Even if terrifying, it was relative to cultivators of a lower realm.
Yang Jian's eyes remained closed as he meditated in mid-air, his robes billowing violently. Nature's spiritual energy rushed into his nostrils and mouth like a frenzy, while scorching qi force expelled from every pore, swirling around him, lending an oppressive air to his figure.
