For a time, rumbling thunder roared without cease. The already somewhat dim sky was lit a deathly white by the electric glare; as far as the eye could see, it was almost no different from broad daylight.
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth became chaotic to the extreme. Gale Winds rose on all sides, and scattered power of the Laws drifted everywhere.
The might of this final wave of Heavenly Tribulation was difficult to describe with words.
And now, it had also reached the most critical moment.
If it endured, it would step into the Tribulation Transcendence Late Stage. From then on, it would no longer be bound by lifespan; the sky was high for birds to fly, the sea vast for fish to roam, and it would share the same longevity as heaven and earth.
But if it grew even slightly lax, all its efforts would turn into nothing. Its soul would enter the Nine Netherworlds, without even the chance to reenter reincarnation.
Heaven and hell were separated by only a single thread. To gain such great rewards, one naturally had to take equally great risks.
Eternal youth and immortality!
To all living beings, this was an enormous temptation. But looking across the Three Realms, ranging through past and present, the existences that had stepped onto the path of immortal cultivation were countless, yet those who could truly reach this realm could be counted on one's fingers.
Would the Phantom Moon Moth become another lucky one?
Would so many years of effort ultimately bring back rich rewards, or would its soul scatter and its spirit disperse from this moment on?
No one knew.
Although Lin Xuan held a relatively optimistic attitude toward its tribulation, he did not dare say he was fully confident.
Whether it could pass this