One careless misstep, and he might die on the spot!
He took a deep breath. Over the past half year, he had not merely continued refining the Dragon Severing Stone; he had also begun constantly absorbing the energy within the Dragon Severing Pool to scour himself clean, madly accumulating his power. What he had originally calculated would take perhaps centuries to accumulate had now been completed in one breath within a mere half year. Then, he successfully summoned the divine tribulation.
This was the moment to test the fruits of his centuries of cultivation. A heavy, oppressive pressure struck his heart, and at this moment, he finally understood why Ye Mo had repeatedly stressed from beginning to end that he had to lay his foundations firmly.
Yes, the foundation. It was like building a house on level ground versus building one on a sandy beach—the difference in sturdiness went without saying.
Before crossing the divine tribulation, an unstable foundation would at most affect one's future development. But if one still had not truly laid a firm foundation when crossing the divine tribulation, then death was very likely.
Before such a terrifying divine tribulation, even the slightest instability in one's foundation would ultimately lead only to death beneath the heavenly tribulation.
Even among those at the Demigod Peak, fewer than one in a hundred could truly succeed in crossing the tribulation. Over all these years in the Profound Realm, only one God Alliance Leader had emerged, and even he had relied on certain tricks.
Not to mention the Abyssal Demon Lord. Who knew how many years he had cultivated or how many years he had been suppressed? His foundation had been tempered to an unimaginable extent before he could cross the tribulation.
They were all Dragons and Phoenix among men. The