The sheer weight of history within these evil sects—their collections of spirit stones, divine ores, sacred herbs, ancient manuals, and spiritual essences—was already enough to propel him into a realm that no one living had ever glimpsed.
A mere year passed, and Riley's harvest was so great that the heavens themselves began to change.
Riley was outside the sect and hid in a secluded mountain teeming with monsters alone.
Dark clouds of tribulation gathered across the immortal skies, lightning bolts the size of continents streaking downward.
Mountains crumbled under the weight of his rising aura.
Oceans boiled, the rivers reversed their flow, and even the distant stars flickered nervously.
Every being in the realm, from mortal farmer to celestial emperor, felt their souls tremble.
And then—it happened.
His body erupted with power.
