In the pitch-black sky, the occasional arc of lightning still streaked by, a fine drizzle pattering down. Qin Ming pondered whether he should try the Yin-Yang True Form again.
"The source of the Black and White Scripture is a supreme Dao arena, and the condensed Dao diagram is too terrifyingly powerful. I'll set it aside for today and save it for future comprehension."
His physical and spiritual nirvana was nearing its end, and he didn't want another explosion, creating a gory scene of a bloodbath. Furthermore, that Grandmaster-level red wolf had been prowling in the distance, a sign that the commotion Qin Ming stirred up was indeed considerable.
He shouldn't overextend himself, doing something tantamount to self-mutilation, and had to guard against any unforeseen mishaps. Qin Ming lifted his head and suddenly inhaled with a mighty gulp. In the night sky, a massive black vortex appeared.
The Dao rhythms, brought near the ground by the thunderfire, were immediately drawn to him. He devoured everything in all directions, like the most violent hurricane sweeping through, stirring the thick black clouds into a turbulent surge.