In the hut, which was made of countless black rocks, the light was extremely dim.

Obscured by the clouds, only a faint light shone through the hut.

In the dimly lit stone house, the Wind Spirit Sect Ancestor Cloud Mist Avatar was sitting cross-legged on a futon.

His body was all condensed by the power of clouds and mist, and they were all illusory existences, not entity-like compositions.

And in the position of the head of the cloud and mist god, it was not an incarnation composed of clouds and mist, but a real head, a broken head left over from the body of the Wind Spirit Sect ancestor.

The face of the head was extremely hideous, and there was a red ...... in its broken stubble

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