One day...
Three days...
Five days...
Five days after surviving the first Great Terror, Chu Qing arrived at a sect, intending to suppress it.
Everyone in the sect had long since made their preparations.
The experts among them swallowed secret medicines, adjusted their states, and even burned their bloodlines and constitutions.
They were ready to fight Chu Qing at their absolute peak.
Then they would receive this big shot's guidance and raise their cultivation a little.
At this moment:
Chu Qing raised a finger. The sect's experts were brimming with fighting spirit, fully prepared to take a beating.
But just then, Chu Qing's heart stirred, and he said joyfully:
"Wait a moment, my tribulation has arrived!"
"I'll cross a tribulation first!"
The sect experts...
Tribulations were terrifying.
Even prodigies who had walked their paths to the end could die and disappear from the Tao upon entering a tribulation.
Whenever any New Realm martial artist mentioned tribulations, their faces filled with worry.
Why was he grinning from ear to ear?
Were his tribulations filled with beauties?
Amid everyone's suspicion, the space around Chu Qing blurred.
The next instant:
Green mountains and clear waters... towering snow-capped peaks.
Ancient People clad in beast hides.
Little brats practicing Mantis Fist.
The old routine:
The Ancient People knelt in worship. After chatting briefly with them, Chu Qing discovered:
More than a thousand years had passed within the tribulation.
Over those long years, the tribe had grown somewhat larger, but its various systems and civilization remained much the same as before.
This left him deeply puzzled.
Yet what delighted him was:
The people of this tribe had achieved something in martial arts.
On the foundation of Mantis Fist, they had actually developed other biomimetic cultivation arts.
But those arts were not particularly powerful.
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