When everything restored to its original state.
Chen Yuan was already able to move again, and everything frozen between heaven and earth began to recover.
He wielded the blood-colored wooden sword, which had become incredibly dim, yet appeared even more eerily enchanting.
Chen Yuan slightly clenched his fist, feeling the overwhelming power of the Blood Sea.
He even had a feeling that if he could strike with all his might, he could pierce through an entire realm.
In the past, every time a cultivator broke through during cultivation, they would experience a delusion of such power surge.
But at this moment, Chen Yuan felt that it was not a delusion.
As long as he could fully control this power, his physical body could truly achieve destruction on a celestial scale.
Soon.
Chen Yuan collected his thoughts.
If someone looked closely, they would find that the depths of Chen Yuan's eyes seemed to harbor an endless Blood Sea.
