I was astonished, but immediately ran over to see whether a second bolt of lightning would fall. Maybe I could still catch the last train and recover my lower-origin power. After all, Primordial Grandmist Vital Energy filled the world, and thunder tribulations were even more terrifying here than elsewhere. One strike could either restore one's magic power or offer a chance to break through the tribulation. Who wouldn't like that?
Of course, in their eyes, I was merely going to check the result. Ye Yunqiu and He Juan followed me over as well. As for the other disciples, they had been frightened by the blood contract's backlash. Apart from someone like me, who often dealt with evil paths and a pack of old foxes and thus signed blood contracts everywhere, ordinary disciples might not encounter one even once in ten years. Not to mention, this was the righteous path.
Besides, who would dare test the law with their own life? So everyone had harbored a sliver of hope, thinking that violating a blood contract was no big deal.
Who could have known that when the violation actually happened, the consequences would be so horrifying? Something that should have been laughable had suddenly ceased to be funny. Everyone was probably thinking the same thing: the more carefully one thought about it, the more terrifying it became.
A huge hole had been blasted through the platform of the divine tower. I felt chills rising just looking at it. If Ancestral Dragon had not been there, I probably would have ended up reduced to ashes as well.
As I understood it, contracts had a network of proofs. Once both parties imprinted their own orthodoxies upon each other, those imprints would connect with the network of orthodoxies existing between heaven and earth. The moment