The Ancestor Platform was shrouded in stormy winds and turbulent clouds.
Within the billowing mystical fog, an indescribable entity stretching thousands of kilometers roared past, dispersing the mist with an innumerable array of sweeping eye pupils.
Si Rui Zhai descended above the Ancestor Platform, casting her gaze over the island.
Li Mo sat cross-legged at the edge of the island. Due to the effects of Primordial Chaos, his flesh and blood had begun to exhibit a stonelike transformation, his body towering over seven meters, while dozens of arms protruded from his ribs.
"..."
Si Rui Zhai lingered her gaze on Li Mo for several breaths.
Li Mo's actions seemed extraordinarily horrifying. As he absorbed spiritual energy with closed eyes, his many arms diligently and precisely refined magic artifacts.
Si Rui Zhai momentarily lost herself in thought.
