Rumble—
Thunder kept rolling, making even the sea around the island begin to heave. A wild wind howled in, as if a storm were about to arrive.
With his back to Yang Jian, Gu An had already spread his divine sense over the sea within a radius of ten million li, guarding against the approach of Great Cultivators at any moment.
As for the heavenly tribulation Yang Jian had triggered, he was not worried. A heavenly tribulation like this did not amount to much out on the ocean. After all, Yang Jian's cultivation was right there; even if it was terrifying, that was only relative to low-realm cultivators.
Yang Jian still had his eyes closed, sitting cross-legged in midair. His robes billowed violently as the spiritual energy of heaven and earth poured madly into his mouth and nose, while every pore on his body expelled scorching energy that coiled around him, making him look filled with oppression.
His brows were tightly furrowed as he endured pain ordinary people could hardly imagine. All his mind and attention were inside his body; he had no idea what was happening outside, and did not even know he had already flown up.
The thunder sounded like the roar of a heavenly god, oppressive to the extreme.
Blood Prison Great Sage lay on the ground. He had already adjusted his state of mind, and now there was only anticipation in his heart.
He wanted to see just what kind of heaven-defying fate this kid Yang Jian could change himself into.
Boom!
A bolt of sudden lightning struck down, landing on Yang Jian. In an instant, it blasted his robes into flying ash. The surface of his body turned charred black, and once the lightning faded, blood began to seep from his skin, horrifying and dreadful.