"What's going on?"
The cultivators thrown out of the Great Mist Realm were bewildered.
As Golden Core cultivators, they had grown accustomed to traveling through the Great Mist Realm.
Over the past several decades, they had obtained no small number of opportunities within it.
The Great Mist Realm stretched for tens of thousands of miles. Rare treasures and exotic valuables grew beneath the nurturing of dense Baleful Intent. They might not have been of much use to high-level cultivators, but to these people, they were priceless treasures that could fetch a handsome sum.
Yet no one knew what had happened. Everyone still searching for treasure had suddenly been expelled.
"Could it be that person got angry?"
A cultivator sighed.
"Impossible. That person isn't so petty."
"How would you know?"
"I just know!"
"..."
"Look!"
"That is... lightning?"
"It's a heavenly tribulation!"
"The heavenly tribulation is here!"
The cultivators erupted into an uproar.
No wonder they had been expelled so early. A heavenly tribulation was descending.
If they had still been inside searching for treasure, the pressure of such a vast heavenly tribulation alone would have crushed them to death, let alone facing it alongside the master of the Great Mist Realm.
A while earlier.
"The heavens are azure and ageless."
"Grant me the Three Transformations of Hell!"
The red-haired figure rose.
He took one step into the void.
A stairway to heaven appeared beneath his feet.
The distant mountains were utterly pressed beneath him.
His figure seemed incomparably towering, as though he were the only person between heaven and earth. Bowing, he declared, "Ten million soldiers, one million generals, rise from the ten directions—slaughter formation, pay homage to the dais!"
The General-Worship Platform appeared.
The red-haired cultivator cupped his hands and strode forward.
The Daoist robe upon him was