Chaos Mist blanketed the wilds, all of it poured down from the heavenly tribulation. The sight alone made hearts palpitate.
No one could see the figure undergoing the tribulation anymore.
Wang Xuan was covered in blood. Electric arcs emerged from his pores and coursed through his Primordial Spirit. Having endured the great tribulation, he fought it head-on, using lightning to "wash" his body and soul.
His eyes remained fixed on the skies. The grass vine was fresh and verdant, its new leaves tender, green, and crystalline. A flower sat at its tip. When the flower bloomed, its sound briefly silenced the thunder, and everything stood still.
Only when the divine flower swayed did the lightning crash like waves battering a shore, layer after layer, drawn into the flower and vanishing within.
It was hard to imagine that a single flower could bear endless thunder, bathe in heavenly tribulation without perishing, and perhaps even be said to be undergoing rebirth.
It grew ever more vivid and resplendent. Its petals opened wide as though gulping down a whale, swallowing vast quantities of lightning and emitting wisps of Chaos Matter.
The lightning was truly incomparably terrifying. Some bolts fell and pierced through the earth, leaving even Wang Xuan drenched in blood.
As the range of the heavenly tribulation expanded outward, many towering mountains shattered in an instant!
A single arc of chaotic lightning could erase a lofty peak.
This land was swept flat and cleared clean.
The attacks from the various sects were immediately obstructed, forcing them to retreat at top speed.
"We have no choice. If we don't flip the table now, it'll be too late!" a Super Peerless said in a grave voice.
"Prepare yourselves. Let the disciples retreat first!" After the Super Peerless figures from several dojos exchanged words swiftly,