"Death tribulation?"
"A tribulation of certain death!"
Zhang San's words were extremely grave, with no sign that he was joking.
Of course, having been locked in the Prison Suppression Tower for so long, he did not have the nerve to make such a curse-like joke unless he no longer wanted to live.
"Can you explain in more detail?"
It had rained constantly these past few days, leaving the Wangu Realm somewhat oppressive. Jun Changxiao had also begun to sense something.
"Sorry."
Zhang San said helplessly, "Matters involving the secrets of Heaven—I may want to explain them in detail, but I simply lack the ability."
"..."
Jun Changxiao sat down.
"Sect Master Jun!" Zhang San roared. "Run, quickly!"
"You said it yourself. This is a tribulation of certain death." Jun Changxiao said. "Can I really run from it?"
Gah!
Zhang San was instantly dumbfounded.
That was right.
Judging from the divination, the Eternal Sect's calamity was approaching. There was no path to survival at all; no matter where they ran, they would have to face that cruel reality.
Bang!
Zhang San punched the iron door, blaming himself in frustration. "It's all because my skills are insufficient. I can't find a chance of life for Sect Master Jun through my deductions."
Though he had been imprisoned all this time, he had been treated to fine wine and delicious food, so content that he had forgotten all else.
No, no.
The reason he cared so much about the Eternal Sect and Jun Changxiao was more because this sect and this man should be the ones his late master had once deduced could change the Upper Universe's entire landscape.
They were hope for the future.
Any living being beneath Heaven and Earth could die, but he alone could not!
"Brother."
Jun Changxiao rose and