Just now, merit had poured down like rain; the auspicious radiance had yet to fade, and the blessed aura remained rich.
By all reason, calamity clouds should never have gathered.
Yet the Genesis World itself defied the natural laws of the Heavenly Dao—the way of survival was slaughter. Since their birth, its living beings had long been stained with blood debts and burdened with Immeasurable sins.
The Heavenly Dao abhorred killing. How could it allow those steeped in such grave sin to take form without hindrance?
Even though the auspicious clouds had not dispersed, they instead grew ever denser.
Yet the auras erupting from dozens of Demon Gods together actually activated the most terrifying heavenly tribulation since the creation of heaven and earth.
Su Yang Stood Motionless as he watched, his thoughts turning slightly, deductions flashing like lightning.
In but a moment, he had grasped the cause:
The two worlds converging, the passage opening, and the multiplication of saintly positions were indeed a rare opportunity.
But how many cultivators were there across the two worlds? Far more than hundreds of millions. Every day, the spiritual energy they absorbed and exhaled was as vast as the sea.
They took without giving back, absorbed without repaying, never doing even the slightest thing to benefit Heaven.
If this continued, how could heaven and earth bear the burden?
Once this vicious cycle formed, the great tribulation would arise in response.
This tribulation was designed specifically for cultivators. It was a punishment bestowed by the Heavenly Dao, but also a hidden gift.
During the great tribulation, killing incurred no karma. The Heavenly Dao would not pursue the matter, and one could fight and slaughter without restraint.
The more ruthlessly one killed, the greater one's chances of survival, and the richer the fortune one obtained.
But