238 One Hundred Thousand Mountains Fifteen
Looking at Wei Ming's expectant eyes, he was struggling to suppress a surge of eager anticipation. He seemed to be waiting for something, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. He truly looked just like a human being.
He was breathing heavily, trying desperately to control his impulses, but his body was trembling uncontrollably, and his wings were flapping rapidly. He tried, but could not calm down.
The Fifth Elder was the same at this moment; his shocked gaze could hardly express his emotions and feelings, and his yearning for the evolution of life was never concealed.
With a gentle wave of his hand, the Ascension Grass flicked and flew unhurriedly towards Wei Ming. Wei Ming spread one wing, extended two feathers, and deftly and urgently caught it.
"Thank you, Master," Wei Ming said, his voice trembling as he expressed his emotions in disbelief.
At this moment, my heart is churning with all sorts of complex emotions, like a turbulent ocean. The most crucial moment in my life is right before me, and life and death are uncertain.
His eyes were filled with anticipation, excitement, tension, and unease, as if a storm was about to break through. A yearning from his very blood—a yearning to break through bottlenecks, a yearning to improve his cultivation, a yearning for power, a yearning to surpass himself, a yearning to reach even greater heights on this infinitely vibrant path of cultivation.
If you wish to explore a wider world, the challenge of breaking through and the immense power are right here.
Looking into its master's calm eyes, a resolute light shone in them, as if declaring its determination and willingness to fight to the death to both itself and its master.
A complex array of emotions flashed across its eyes as it bowed deeply to its master. It caught the Ascension Grass between its wings, examined it for a moment, and then, resolutely and swiftly, swallowed it whole.
The moment Wei Ming received the Ascension Grass, something very strange happened. The Fifth Elder suddenly felt his impulsiveness vanish, replaced by a pure hope that Wei Ming could break through safely. This feeling was incredibly peculiar.
After Wei Ming thrust the Ascension Grass in, an extraordinary scene instantly spread through the air, rapidly filling every corner of the three-zhang radius space around Wei Ming with incredible speed and power.
The air inside became unusually heavy, as if weighed down by a thousand pounds, making even breathing feel suffocating. A powerful aura surged in from all directions, like an irresistible force, impossible to escape or resist.
An immense power, acting involuntarily, created a wondrous phenomenon in an instant, making everything around them extraordinary. The surrounding flowers, trees, and even the stones began to tremble slightly, emitting a low hum.
The dust that was originally floating in the air now seemed to be pulled by an invisible giant hand, quickly forming strange shapes, like a sky-covering wing.
The Ascension Grass he had ingested began to unleash its power, which instantly erupted from Wei Ming's body. This powerful force seemed to come from the abyss, or perhaps from the endless sky.
It contained an overwhelming power that shocked everyone who saw it. The Fifth Elder was filled with awe. It devoured, devoured, devoured all life that it could devour, displaying unparalleled dominance. It was the only one who reigned supreme in heaven and earth.
Wei Ming, however, appeared remarkably calm. His eyes flashed with a sharp light, as if he wanted to see through all illusions. His feathers became even blacker and shinier, each one brimming with power and life. His body also became exceptionally tough, hoping to withstand any attack.
Gradually, the surrounding air began to scorch, as if ignited by this force. A howling wind churned the air around them.
The hurricane howled and roared, making the surrounding air even colder and more desolate. Yet, it seemed to be releasing its pent-up emotions, trying to regain control of everything and make all forces submit to its feet.
The icy snowflakes began to condense in the air, as if drawn by this force. They floated in the air, forming a beautiful scene, the ice as cold as knives and as fine as needles.
Then, this power made the snowflakes even sharper and fiercer, as if they wanted to destroy and annihilate Weiming, refusing to submit to being absorbed by Weiming.
The surrounding air began to scorch, a fierce wind arose, and a faint hurricane made the air even colder. Snowflakes began to freeze rapidly in the air, as if in a sub-zero winter, melting into ice, forming beautiful ice flowers. Beautiful yet dangerous, these ice flowers tore at Weiming's feathers and body!
A bizarre scene unfolded: all around, sharp, howling winds raged, as if waterspouts were sucking water, forming several small tornadoes.
The ice rapidly condensed in the air, forming tiny, sharp ice swords. These ice swords constantly changed shape, as if performing a wondrous dance.
They sometimes transform into long swords, sometimes into short swords, and there are even swords of various shapes, such as the Fish Intestine Sword and the Hook Sword, which are dazzling to behold.
It vibrates and rotates constantly, emitting a crisp and melodious sound, weaving and swimming, searching for Wei Ming's location. It is swift, fast, accurate, and ruthless; once it hits, it is like Yama taking a life.
The ice swords hovered in the air, like ruthless assassins launching deadly attacks. Moreover, they quickly condensed into ice swords, their numbers increasing rapidly, instantly filling a three-zhang radius space without spilling out at all.
A strange sight unfolded: within a radius of three zhang, the land was covered in ice and snow, and ice swords stood like an army, their killing intent soaring to the sky, as if they were locked in a deep-seated hatred. Beyond three zhang, a gentle breeze blew, as if neither of them existed within this scene.
As the three of them watched, the entire scene appeared incredibly dreamlike and magical to outsiders, as if they had entered a fairytale world. Such a beautiful and mysterious sight was captivating, instantly making them feel as if they had been transported to a wondrous realm.
The Fifth Elder had already moved several feet away, watching from afar, completely losing track of time at the incredible breakthrough before him.
Such violent power and such a shocking scene are simply unbelievable. Is this really the breakthrough of a demon king that I know? Is this really the breakthrough scene recorded in the clan?
Amidst the countless ice swords, some as thin as needles, others as long as three-foot blades, they swept in from all directions with an overwhelming momentum, like a raging sea, creating immense pressure. This power seemed capable of destroying everything, filling Wan Qingrou with fear and unease.
She involuntarily drew close to her lover, a chilling fear washing over her.
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