Han Li was enveloped in a radiance, surrounded by swirling rosy light, with the areas farther away dim and somewhat blurry.
Countless white specks, large as grains of rice, danced through the sky, floating unpredictably.
Suddenly, Han Li formed incantations with both hands, as spiritual light continuously flowed around his body, and a soft, glowing whirlwind rose from the ground, dazzlingly enveloping him.
Then, the gusts of wind grew stronger and thicker. The distant white specks were swept up like moths to a flame.
Before long, this wind transformed into a colossal entity, shooting up to the sky like a towering pillar, where it roared past, sand and stones flew about as if a giant demon had descended.
It was at this moment that incantations could be heard within the hurricane.
After a violent tremor of the storm pillar, it dispersed on its own, transforming back into wisps of rosy light drifting between heaven and earth.
