The Sinister Celestial made a move.
He wanted to forge Chu Yuan into a powerful warrior. Even the realm of the Emperor, no matter how much it was cultivated to the peak, was far too inferior compared to the great Celestial.
With a wave of his hands, endless storm clouds, filled with the most sinister thoughts, surged towards Chu Yuan.
His power was vast and overwhelming, crashing down like the sky itself collapsing.
The Celestial was a being that transcended the heavens and earth, but the Emperor was still within this realm.
The power of the Sinister Celestial was completely different from the martial force, lacking the fierce dominance of martial arts, instead, it was eerie and sinister, penetrating the soul.
Chu Yuan used the storm to counter the storm.
He did not fear the Celestial's attack; in fact, he welcomed it, using their power to sharpen himself. If the Sinister Celestial knew this thought, who knew what rage would erupt.
Instantly, two storms collided fiercely.
