The Silver-Eyed Maiden and the Youth surnamed Long had long since retreated several hundred li away, and at the sight of this spectacle, even they could not help clicking their tongues. With their cultivation realms, how could they not have experienced Heavenly Tribulation before?
But where was there Tribulation Lightning that came out as dense as raindrops the moment it appeared?
According to common sense, it all fell in waves, its power increasing step by step, and only in the final one or two waves when the Heavenly Tribulation was nearly over would it become dense—but even then there was a limit. Usually, it would never be this absurd.
Otherwise, why would immortality cultivators bother transcending Heavenly Tribulation? When their great limit arrived, they might as well slit their own throats; at least that would be quicker.
A scene like Junior Brother Lin's, where the Tribulation Lightning was this savage right from the start—not that they had never heard of it at all, but even in the records of ancient texts, it was a rare existence, a phoenix feather and qilin horn.
For a moment, both their hearts leaped into their throats.
How was one supposed to transcend such a savage Heavenly Tribulation? Never mind that Junior Brother Lin was still advancing and could only bring out thirty to forty percent of his cultivation; even at his peak, whether he could endure it was still hard to say. Could it be that this hurdle for their Cloud Hidden Sect truly could not be escaped?
The two of them were distressed, but they had not truly given up. Lin Xuan was far too important to the sect, so as long as they did not see him fall with their own eyes, there would still be that sliver of hope in their