Capítulo 817: Wrath of the Heavens

I could feel it—I was on the brink of ascension, about to step into the Origin Realm. But the knowledge I had gained had marked me for death. The Heavens were not going to allow me to live. The clouds above darkened, turning a deep, malevolent red mixed with streaks of black. Then, through the gloom, a single, seven-colored cloud appeared, innocuous and small, yet radiating a power that made even the Rakshasa flee in terror.

This cloud was the bane of all existence, the ultimate enforcer of the Heavens' will. It moved through the dark clouds, absorbing them, growing in size, becoming more and more ominous. Lightning crackled within it, not the thick, booming bolts that had struck the Rakshasa, but something far more dangerous—small, soundless bolts that carried the concentrated wrath of the Heavens. Each strike released a thick vapor of Origin Energy, a vapor that seemed to corrode reality itself.

"What's going on?" YuYu asked, her voice trembling with fear.