The Crimson Moon Sect Master had been injured by heavenly lightning. He hurriedly retreated to Yang Lou's side, his face pale and blood threading from the corner of his mouth. Staring wide-eyed upward, he watched the thunderclouds condensing once more above the layers of cloud.
The thunderclouds began gathering over Mountain of the Seated Immortal, then spread outward until they gradually reached a vast span of ninety thousand li. One corner of the thunderclouds even touched the edge of Crimson Moon Mountain City.
At that moment, many martial artists within Crimson Moon Mountain City saw the immense thunderclouds converging.
Everyone knew that no martial artist was permitted to undergo a tribulation within Crimson Moon Mountain City or the Crimson Moon Divine Sect. Anyone who violated that rule would surely be executed by the Crimson Moon Divine Sect.
Thus, the martial artists in Crimson Moon Mountain City were astonished. Who could be so brazen as to undergo a tribulation within Crimson Moon Mountain City? Judging by the thunderclouds' borders touching the city, the person undergoing the tribulation had to be outside Crimson Moon Mountain City—and not very far away.
Some martial artists, curious, walked out of Crimson Moon Mountain City to see who was undergoing the tribulation. Yet as they traveled into the thunderclouds, they discovered that even after walking tens of thousands of li—nearly reaching the direction of Crimson Moon Divine Peak—they still had not reached the thunderclouds' central region.
"Good heavens, we're almost at Crimson Moon Divine Peak, and we still haven't reached the center of the thunderclouds?"
"These aren't merely nine thousand li of thunderclouds. Crimson Moon Mountain City is separated from Crimson Moon Divine Peak by tens of thousands of li."
"Thunderclouds exceeding nine thousand li?"
Many people stood beneath the thunderclouds, gazing up at the dense,