Dead?
He had died swiftly and cleanly.
Unbelievably, a Dao Monarch whose lifespan had run out had been killed just like that.
And it had not been by a cultivator's hand.
It had been his future self, reflected by the lightning tribulation.
That was far too domineering.
The lightning tribulation did not strike the one undergoing the tribulation, yet the surrounding cultivators had suffered disaster like fish caught in the moat fire.
After the True Cultivation Temple's patriarch vanished, though the remaining three Dao Monarchs had all concealed their faces,
anyone could see the terror on them. One after another, they raised their escape lights and summoned divine treasures, not daring to be the slightest bit careless, afraid that the lightning tribulation's next target would be them.
Who still had the leisure to conceal their identities? They all brought out their trump cards.
The cultivators were terrified.
Yet Tu Shan Jun showed no joy either.
His gaze was grave to the extreme.
He let out a long howl.
"Ten-Direction Ghost King Slaughtering Array!"
The command activated the ten directions.
Black-red king banners responded in kind.
Tu Shan Jun, wielding the Soul Banner, wore a Crown of Life and Death with eighteen imperial tassels and an imperial robe depicting the transformations of hell.
Twin horns rose from his head, crimson hair cascaded wildly like a waterfall, and his blue face and fangs added both majesty and terror.
Yin soldiers and ghost generals rode the clouds into the sky.
One side occupied the boundless firmament, while the other swept across the thick and virtuous earth.
Heaven,
earth,
were divided as distinctly as clear qi and turbid qi.
At this moment,
heaven and earth were about to go to war.
Shou He was startled and bewildered.
He had not expected the lightning tribulation's