Seeing the Nascent Soul Thunder Tribulation Again

The flying vessel sailed high in the sky, looking down upon the demonic qi below, thick as layers of dark storm clouds.

Unlike storm clouds, however, the demonic qi churned without cease. From time to time, grotesque birds or demonic heads formed from mist emerged from it.

Because the flying vessel flew far higher than normal, many cultivators stationed on deck were tormented by the bitter cold and thin air.

Everyone wore thick fur garments and huddled together, yet even then they could barely feel any warmth.

The higher they flew, the more they felt a chill that froze the soul. Cultivators below the Nascent Soul level could not even cross the first layer of gale clouds, much less the Gale Force above them.

Those were wild winds capable of stripping flesh from bone; only Nascent Soul Late Stage cultivators could pass through them safely.

Gu Zhonghe stepped away from the ship's rail and shouted, "Malice is hidden within the demonic qi. Everyone, stay away from the railings and stop looking down."

Once the flying vessel crossed Gular Pass, everyone saw the land blanketed in demonic qi. Only then did they truly believe that a Great Tribulation was coming.

He walked to the center of the deck and cupped his hands. "Senior, I'll stand guard here. Please return to the cabin and rest."

It would take more than a month for the flying vessel to reach the Golden Spirit Sect's mountain gate.

Ji An waved a hand lightly. "I don't know whether we'll encounter danger. Staying outside will let me react at the first possible moment."

His purpose was to lead this group of craftsmen back to the sect, so naturally he had to ensure their safety along the way.

Although he had sensed no danger while crossing above the