Chapter 282
By all accounts, the stronger the Disaster Energy's erosion, the greater the power Lin Hui could draw on. He should have been thrilled.
But having witnessed both Purgatory and Extreme Cold Heaven, Lin Hui understood all too well that the Wind Disaster's energy—far stronger than either—shared the very same origin. If the Wind Disaster fully erupted and spread, what in this world could hope to contain it?
Back at the Dao Academy, he carefully inspected his physical condition before settling into meditation, easing himself into a state of deep comprehension.
Under normal circumstances, he would have submerged himself in the unformed Sacred Form of Destruction, probing for its missing pieces. But this time, for some unknown reason, the process felt entirely different.
Without realizing it, he drifted into a half-waking trance.
Do you feel it? A distant voice murmured at the edge of his mind.
All things have breath... The voice was ancient and profound, each word weighted with a solemn, archaic gravity.
Hear it... comply with it...
Who are you? Lin Hui's mind snapped to alertness, wariness surging as he fired the question through his mind-spirit.