Lin Bai was immersed in the world of immortals, unable to pull himself free, yet he had no idea that his tribulation had already begun to gather.
The lightning clouds stretched for nine thousand li, like a colossal black vortex that had appeared across the sky above the clouds of Mountain of the Seated Immortal. Within them, thick bolts of divine lightning roared without end like divine dragons.
With such a tremendous commotion, the first to be alarmed were the elders of the Crimson Moon Divine Sect within Mountain of the Seated Immortal.
The old man and the Black Hide Hellhound were also startled, and they emerged from their secluded cultivation sites one after another.
The Black Hide Hellhound barked furiously toward the mountaintop. The old man's expression grew increasingly grave. "Could the person undergoing tribulation this time not be a disciple of my Crimson Moon Divine Sect?"
Whenever a disciple of the Crimson Moon Divine Sect underwent tribulation in the past, the sect would notify the elders cultivating in seclusion around Mountain of the Seated Immortal beforehand. However, they had no right to meet these old ancestors. Most of the time, the old ancestor was alarmed by the tribulation lightning and emerged from seclusion on his own, so they did not know whether the person undergoing tribulation was a disciple of the Crimson Moon Divine Sect.
"But now that the lightning clouds have already gathered, the tribulation lightning will descend before long. Even if he isn't a disciple of the Crimson Moon Divine Sect, we don't dare stop him rashly. Otherwise, the tribulation lightning will lock onto both him and me. By then... its power will multiply, and I'm afraid even I will perish beneath it!"
The old man seemed to understand what the Black Hide Hellhound meant, but