The sky was filled with swirling sand, casting a massive shadow that blocked the serene moon.
From time to time, the sand formed a giant, blurry human face, which then swiftly dispersed.
The howling wind swept by, and Ji An felt a chilling sensation seep into his bones. A powerful oppressive force descended from the celestial vault, making the air seem heavy and his breathing slightly labored.
The ground seemed to tremble, with pitch-black human hands emerging one by one.
Cold sweat dripped from his forehead, and his entire body trembled reflexively, akin to a beast encountering a predator higher up the food chain.
This was not something he could control; it was the instinct of a living being.
At this moment, four words reverberated incessantly in his mind, each word as weighty as a thousand catties, 'Nascent Soul Dharma Aspect!'
Time seemed to freeze, and he silently endured the pressure, his heart bitter and secretly cursing:
