In the Earth Immortal Realm, the Eight Immortals' defensive line was under unprecedented pressure. Iron Crutch Li's crimson formation atop the ridges of Southern Jambudvipa had already been reinforced seven times. Every reinforcement was accompanied by a fierce counterattack from the remnants of tribulation aura. Those dark-gray seeds of law were like living vines, constantly burrowing out through cracks along the formation's edges and seeping deep into the earth veins. Three of Iron Crutch Li's iron crutches had already been smashed apart. Gritting his teeth, he took a spare crutch from his robes and continued to stand at the very forefront of the tribulation-aura tide with his physical body.
Over the seas of Eastern Victory Divine Continent, Zhongli Quan's Banana Leaf Fan had stirred up gales tens of thousands of times. Yet the remnants of tribulation aura leaking from the rifts in the heavens seemed endless. No matter how he fanned, gray torrential rain continued to pour into the sea. Countless fish and shrimp corpses eroded by the tribulation aura floated on the surface, while the seawater gradually took on a murky gray hue.
Upon the glaciers of Northern Julu Continent, the sound of Zhang Guolao's fish drum had become somewhat hoarse. His rhythm remained steady, but the tribulation aura scattered by each drumbeat was becoming harder and harder to eradicate completely. Fresh tribulation aura continued to gather at a rate faster than it could be dispersed. Fine cracks began to spread across the glacier's surface, and dark-gray radiance of law seeped out from their depths.
Within the ruins of Buddhist lands on Western Ox Continent, Han Xiangzi's flute and He Xiangu's lotus formation had intertwined into a barrier on the verge of shattering. Lotus after lotus atop the barrier withered away, their petals, blessed by Buddhist light, turning to