Demon Suppression Tower, the eighth layer.
The golden blood filled the sky in the void, as if it were draped with a layer of glimmering clouds. Chen Yuan stood in place, eyes closed, breathing softly, and his chest gently rising and falling, emitting a series of booming sounds.
"In the Soul-breaking Valley of Jinhe in Shu Central, the sinister wind and evil spirits wail upon the heavens. The extremely yin and wicked Blood Soul Wood, steadfast in the tribulations of wind and fire with a solidified primordial spirit!"
Chen Yuan frowned, realizing that his previous predictions were correct. This opportunity was indeed most likely related to the wind tribulation.
It was not that he was acting wise after the event, rather, given his current condition, the Wind and Fire Second Tribulations were not so simple, though he now had much more confidence in eliciting the wind tribulation.
Yet for his future growth, he would still follow the guidance of opportunity.
