What everyone saw was a scene resembling the end of the world. A vast, indeterminate mass of blue-black clouds suddenly appeared and, with the force of dead wood and rotten grass swept away, rolled and spread toward them.
Fear showed on everyone's faces. Amid their horror, the blue-black clouds surging and colliding in the distance rapidly spread, as though enormous waves were sweeping across heaven and earth.
The clouds grew larger and larger, instantly shrouding the entire area within the range of everyone's divine sense ahead of them.
Within the dense blue-black clouds, enormous runes moved and shot through the mass like thick flood dragons wrapped in lightning.
Those enormous runes seemed to have no effect whatsoever on the blue-black mist. Not only did they have no effect, but because countless enormous runes were rapidly weaving through it, the already violently surging clouds became even more tempestuous.
This was the boundless void. There were no mountains or vegetation here. If there had been, they would certainly have been destroyed and shattered by the surging, rolling blue-black clouds.
Everyone present was a powerful existence standing at the pinnacle of the Cultivation World, and each had experienced several Heavenly Tribulations.
Yet the Heavenly Tribulations they had once endured—even the Mahayana Heavenly Tribulation—were like a ditch compared with a river and sea when set against the blue-black clouds before them. They were utterly incomparable.
The immensely oppressive blue-black clouds blotted out the sky and sun. The moment they appeared, they gave everyone an overwhelming sense of pressure that seemed impossible to escape or erase.
The impact on their state of mind was something they had never encountered before. Their minds were filled with terror that was difficult to suppress.
Before their fear had fully surfaced, however, a vast spatial force, like the squeezing