Seventh Golden Core, Fourth-Rank Sound Master

"Rumble..."

Crimson lightning brewed deep within the thunderclouds, and heaven and earth had been completely shrouded in an inky darkness.

Before the Heavenly Tribulation, Zhan Tianxia, standing beneath the vault of heaven, appeared exceptionally small. His skin cracked like porcelain, faintly revealing gleaming white bones beneath, where dazzling lightning flowed, ceaselessly jolting his nerves and heart.

He stubbornly raised his head and thrust out his chest, facing the savage Tribulation Cloud head-on. Though he did not utter a single word, it was as if he were declaring to the Heavenly Dao, "I am right here. I will not yield a single step."

Below, tens of thousands of cultivators watched this scene tensely, completely absorbed in it.

Cross the Heavenly Tribulation, attain the Great Dao.

This was what cultivators throughout the world pursued with their entire lives.

Yet among the countless living beings of this Great Thousand World, how many would ultimately seek truth and attain the Dao?

Under such circumstances, Zhan Tianxia's current position was extraordinarily precious. It was a position countless people yearned for yet could not obtain, a position where countless others had been smashed to pieces.

Even from a thousand li away, merely sensing the aura leaking from the Heavenly Tribulation filled them with despair. Could Purple Palace Cultivators truly survive such a level of Heavenly Punishment?

Every cultivator witnessing a Heavenly Tribulation with their own eyes for the first time would have such a question arise in their hearts.

Thus, although the vast majority of them had no connection whatsoever to Zhan Tianxia and did not even know who he was, they still sincerely hoped that he would achieve a successful breakthrough. To them, he was a dawn breaking through confusion and despair.

"It looks as though he is only one step away, yet that step