Ye Xiwen naturally sensed the arrival of the heavenly tribulation at once. He recalled how, when he had traveled across the Myriad Realms to attain the Dao, he had mentioned to Lucifer that he should go to the so-called Creation Land—the Creation God Dynasty.
Unfortunately, until Ye Xiwen left, Lucifer had been unable to pass the heavenly tribulation and become an Emperor Lord. Now, however, he had finally taken that step.
Ye Xiwen knew full well that the longer it dragged on, the less courage these Peak Quasi-Emperors had to ultimately cross that threshold. The longer they lived, the less their condition declined from their youthful peak, but the courage they possessed could no longer compare with what they had once had.
Lucifer had presumably wanted to seize this final moment before departing and make one last desperate gamble. If he succeeded, it would naturally be for the best. If he failed, then he had to be prepared to fall.
All kinds of heavenly tribulations descended for an entire year. The whole Myriad Realms could feel the terror of this Emperor Lord heavenly tribulation.
With Ye Xiwen present, no one would cause trouble for Lucifer, allowing him to devote himself entirely to confronting the heavenly tribulation.
Over that year, the light of the heavenly tribulation grew increasingly blazing. Lucifer was shattered time and again, his fleshly body exploding apart. Ling Fei, standing beside Ye Xiwen, watched with her heart clenched tight.
Though Lucifer was not her parent, he had doted on her since childhood and had been even closer to her than her birth parents. Seeing his miserable state as he crossed the tribulation, she was naturally beside herself with worry.
She looked at Ye Xiwen, but in the end said nothing. How could Ye Xiwen not understand what she