As Gu An savored the rise in his cultivation, the spiritual energy of the North Sea Mountains sank once more. This time, it even stirred up howling winds, as though a storm were about to descend.
Demons, cultivators, and ghosts all hid away, waiting for this descent of spiritual energy to end.
They had no idea what was happening and could only pray for this calamity to end soon.
Within a certain valley, Li Xuandao had already begun his tribulation crossing.
A mass of thunderclouds hovered above the valley. It was not at the same height as the thunderclouds in the sky, rising only slightly above the surrounding mountaintops.
This tribulation cloud was gathering heavenly might. Strands of lightning churned within it, appearing and vanishing, a terrifying sight to behold.
Li Xuandao sat upon the formation platform, circulating his cultivation. Golden dragon phantoms coiled around him, making his robes billow and crackle.
After a while.
Li Xuandao suddenly opened his eyes and sharply looked up, only to see a bolt of lightning suddenly strike down from the tribulation cloud.
Boom!
The outermost Formation formed a light curtain to block the lightning bolt. Before the curtain could disperse, a second and third bolt of lightning came crashing down in rapid succession. For a time, the valley flickered between light and darkness.
Li Xuandao raised a hand, and a treasured sword appeared in his grasp. The moment it emerged, a dragon's roar rang out on its own. Wisps of blood aura coiled around its blade, as though countless vicious ghosts were roaring and wailing within it.
He drove the treasured sword into the ground beside him, then closed his eyes. His hands continuously formed seals as spiritual power flowed through the formation platform and into the Formations in every direction.
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