Sinisterly cold wind and dark mist shrouded the blood-drenched Dragon-slaying Stage. The illusory True Dragons with their antlers and serpent-like bodies spiraled in the air, roaring. Together with the bitter taste of resentment in the air, everything appeared nearly tangible.
As he walked, Meng Qi did not feel as if he was in the Immortal Realm in the slightest. Instead, the place felt more like the depths of the Nine Serenities. The coldness pierced deep into his marrow and suppressed his Interior. It was hard for him to connect with heaven and earth. This was not an effect that could be alleviated simply by transforming into a different species. The only exception would be a Dharmakaya master who could truly spread his Interior all over heaven and earth and seek true external help.
"Roar!"
