At this moment, thunder fell from above the sky like a waterfall, resembling countless stars, with countless thunder arcs and electric snakes climbing atop, pouring down and engulfing all.
Feeling the earth-shattering power, Zheng Yi's gaze became even more solemn; such might made one's heart race.
He knew that the most dangerous time had arrived.
In the current situation, if he couldn't seize control, he would face becoming charcoal under celestial punishment, his life extinguished and his Dao vanishing.
"Since it's like this, let it come!"
"I also want to weigh the appearance of Heavenly Dao in this world!"
Zheng Yi's eyes widened as he formed a hand seal in front of his chest, with vigorous power beginning to converge within him, perfectly rounded, carrying a trace of brilliant golden light, flowing across his skin, penetrating into his marrow, condensing in his blood, ultimately gathering in his organs.
King Aryaacalan Root Seal.
