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Upon hearing Jiuling’s shout, Wan Li, who was radiating an intense aura of desperation, suddenly faltered, and the fiercely burning soul fire within him slowly began to calm down.

Nevertheless, he still stood tall before Feng Qing’an, who had fainted, like an insurmountable peak, but Jiuling, the spirit of the Cave Sky with nine heads, naturally wouldn’t be bothered by this small obstacle.

Even the enormous heads that even giants felt oppressed by hung down from the sky-dome, observing Feng Qing’an, who had fallen into unconsciousness, from various angles and directions.

In comparison to the Dragon Father Giant, who, though having some inheritance, essentially knew nothing much, the spirit of the Cave Sky who had lived for thousands of years knew far more.

Thus, when it sensed the changes emanating from Feng Qing’an, despite the spirit’s vast experience and wisdom, it couldn’t help expressing amazement.

A human race Immortal Monarch, a follower of Chun Yang Taoism – this identity was almost a certainty in the eyes of the spirit. There was no room for doubt that the technique for reversing the Innate to fabricate a body for oneself could only be executed by supreme powerful entities.

If this old man of the human race was not reincarnated from a great power, it would bite off its own heads and serve them as footballs for this giant.

“What kind of physique is this?”

The spirit of the Cave Sky, curiously circling around Feng Qing’an, wanted to stop the Dragon Father Giant but was powerless to do so. His current spiritual power and the reserves he had had been largely exhausted from the earlier ignition, standing up and defending Feng Qing’an.

Now that it was clear that this huge beast meant no harm to Feng Qing’an, he naturally would not take the initiative to prevent the other party’s prying at the expense of injuring himself. Ultimately, survival is the primary instinct of sentient beings.

Only in rare cases will intelligent beings sacrifice their own lives for a loftier goal or pursuit.

For the giant at this moment, ensuring the safety of Feng Qing’an’s life would be worth sacrificing his own. Besides that, there was nothing else worth such a sacrifice.

“An unseen physical constitution, Wind Spirit Body? Or Lightning Spirit Body?”

The spirit of the Cave Sky muttered to itself, using its wisdom to fathom the changes in Feng Qing’an,

But after a long look, it found that even if the two unique human body constitutions it knew were combined, they still didn’t seem to match the current change in Feng Qing’an.

Furthermore, what’s happening in Feng Qing’an’s body is far more than just that. Observing him, who is now covered in gale winds and thunder, even this entity with the knowledge of an ancient demon saint felt increasingly confused and awe-stricken, its eyes filled with sincere reverence.

“So terrifying!”

At this moment, the Spirit of the Cave Sky had doubts about its original speculation, because it felt that the origin of Feng Qing’an might not be as simple as Chun Yang’s Immortal, and his previous life might be an existence above Chun Yang’s Immortal, at a higher level.

“But this doesn’t make sense either, having reached that state, why reincarnate?”

The spirit of the Cave Sky was utterly baffled, but it soon came up with a new explanation,

“Could it be that his past life was a child or a direct descendant of a supreme being?”

This theory could somehow make sense to some extent, though a considerable portion of beings that have achieved immortality and no longer worry about their lifespan are indifferent to their bloodline inheritance. Of course, some do care.

Whew

From the nine heavens, the gales howled, and an endless tempest, like hundreds of angry dragons, danced around him. Ascending a countless number of Wind Furor Dragons, he looked up towards an even higher point in the sky.

Above the nine heavens, a world constructed of thunder is slowly descending. An endless amount of thunder shimmers within. There were thunder-built giant trees, under which stood a giant holding a spear and riding an Eight-legged Heavenly Horse.

Next to this god-like giant, there were other giants whose momentum was only slightly inferior to him, but who also controlled many spirits constructed from thunder.

“Damn it!”

Feng Qing’an muttered under his breath, but he only had time to utter this before his figure was devoured by the wind dragons. Swiftly, he emerged controlling a wind dragon, but soon more wind dragons surged in.

These wind dragons wanted to tear him apart and swiftly swallow every drop of his blood, every bone, and merge with him. Naturally, Feng Qing’an would not submit so easily.

He wrestled with the endless gusts in the nine heavens, continuously taming and controlling wind dragons one after another and then commanding them to combat even more wind dragons. He was like a dragon tamer, even more so, a Dominator of Wind!

But his trials didn’t end there. At the moment when he had tamed thousands of wild winds, the world formed from thunder came crashing down fiercely.

The silver-white Thunder-god tree dominated everything in the nine heavens. As the thunder-crafted branches spread out across the sky, beneath the divine tree, a god king, riding the Eight-legged Heavenly Horse and holding the Thunder Spear, led Thunder Wolves and Dark Thunder Nether Crows, backed by many giants, and charged towards him…

How many autumns have the dreams lasted, what year is tonight?

As Feng Qing’an slowly opened his eyes, the familiar giant snake head, as well as the giant who had somehow stood up and was now looking down at him, rendered him momentarily dazed.

“It’s finally over!”

Feng Qing’an whispered under his breath, his eyes quickly changing from cold and confused to clear.