The instant Song Zhong broke through, the entire sky went pitch-black.
Tribulation Clouds, thick as ink, gathered from every direction. From afar, they did not look as if they were drifting over, but as if they were squeezing in madly, as though they meant to crush this whole world into fragments.
Within the world visible to the naked eye, every inch of space was occupied by those Tribulation Clouds.
An indescribable pressure enveloped the entire land.
At that moment, mountains and rivers lost their color, and all sounds fell utterly still.
Song Zhong raised his head, gazing at the Tribulation Clouds that kept thickening, kept sinking lower.
At the center of that sea of clouds, a massive vortex was slowly taking shape, so deep it seemed to devour everything, with faint scarlet light flowing within.
Dazzling, unfathomable heavenly might shrouded this part of the world.
Beside Song Zhong, one Human Race cultivator after another felt the sudden descent of this heavenly tribulation, and even more uncontrollably dropped to their knees.
This heavenly might was far too terrifying.
The Tribulation Clouds had only appeared, and the heavenly tribulation had not yet descended, yet they already could not withstand it. Some cultivators were already bleeding from all seven orifices.
"This is bad. I can't undergo the tribulation here!"
Song Zhong's expression changed drastically, and he rapidly teleported into the distance.
As his figure appeared far away, the thick, ink-black Tribulation Clouds in the void gradually dispersed, but in the distance, everything turned pitch-black instead. Those Tribulation Clouds had appeared far away once more.
Yet as one Human Race cultivator after another looked at the distant Tribulation Clouds, their expressions turned exceptionally ugly.
"Is Ancestor Song Zhong about to undergo tribulation?"
"He's already a Quasi-Saint. If he undergoes tribulation again, he'll become a