Qin Fengming looked up at the sky above, his expression extremely solemn, yet his aura soared into the heavens. He was not tall, but the energy fluctuations radiating from him were vast, as though a towering figure stood between heaven and earth.
His lips were tightly closed, his gaze deep, and his hands clasped behind his back as he stood atop the hill. No more vast magical power surged from his body.
To form the Tribulation Cloud and draw down the Heavenly Tribulation, the magical power Qin Fengming had released in such a short time was probably comparable to the total energy released by more than a dozen Mahayana cultivators.
Only Qin Fengming could accomplish such a feat. Any other cultivator would certainly have been unable to do so.
No one could fill their Pill Sea with energy several times in succession within such a short time. Even if they consumed large quantities of heaven-defying pills, they would still need time to refine them. Not to mention releasing the vast energy in the Pill Sea outside the body in such a short time—that was simply impossible.
Qin Fengming possessed the little emerald-green gourd, whose spirit liquid could instantly restore the energy in his Pill Sea. Moreover, energy could flow swiftly through his flesh, blood, and bones. He had seemingly become a gigantic energy source, spewing pure energy in all directions. Only then had he managed to gather a vast Tribulation Cloud above his head in such a short time.
It was as though more than a dozen Mahayana cultivators had unleashed all their magical power at once. The aura created by drawing down the Heavenly Tribulation was beyond imagination. It truly surged like an ocean, swiftly shrouding several thousand kilometers around them. The already abundant Heaven and Earth energy rapidly