Without the slightest hesitation, flying away was Zhan Meng's instinctive reaction—or rather, his awe of the Heavenly Tribulation had already sunk into his bones.
It had only been twenty thousand years since Zhan Meng last weathered the great Heavenly Tribulation.
Twenty thousand years was an extremely difficult span of time to reach for cultivators below the Mahayana Realm. Even among Profound Tier cultivators, very few could survive for twenty or thirty thousand years.
Most Profound Tier cultivators had fallen beneath the Heavenly Tribulation. Only an extremely small number had survived by relying on various methods of evading tribulation.
But those methods of evading tribulation might only work for the individuals who devised them; others simply had no way to imitate them.
Zhan Meng had only weathered a great Heavenly Tribulation twenty thousand years ago. If it had been a minor Heavenly Tribulation triggered by Zhan Meng himself, he would still have had some confidence in surviving it. But accompanying someone else through tribulation was a different matter—even Zhan Meng had absolutely no confidence of surviving that.
Zhan Meng had naturally never accompanied anyone through tribulation. Yet, based on his understanding of the Heavenly Tribulation, he knew perfectly well that during another person's tribulation, the Heavenly Tribulation's attacks against foreign auras would become incomparably berserk. In addition, without the Heavenly Tribulation's special aura to heal injuries, the danger to someone accompanying the tribulation was terrifying beyond measure.
It was not that Zhan Meng was timid. The Heavenly Tribulation simply held too great a deterrent over cultivators.
However, after Zhan Meng had flown ten thousand zhang away, his figure suddenly came to an abrupt halt in midair.
He turned around and looked back toward where Qin Fengming was. A stretch of mist spread through the air there, churning as it contained an