Jiang Ziya used the Golden Light Ground-Traveling Art to escort Huang Feihu and his son across the skies.
Clear Breeze Mountain's outline was already visible in the distance, and Purple Sun Cave lay close at hand, when a sudden change erupted ahead.
The clear sky stretching ten thousand miles overhead darkened without warning. A mass of ink-black dark clouds gathered out of thin air and rapidly spread, blanketing the entire firmament in an instant as a heavy pressure shrouded the surrounding land.
"How could such tribulation clouds suddenly arise in a perfectly clear sky?"
Huang Feihu was greatly alarmed. He instinctively shifted aside to evade them, but the dark clouds covered an enormous area and had already sealed off the path ahead. There was nowhere to dodge.
With no escape possible, he could only grit his teeth and hold the barely breathing Huang Tianhua tightly against his chest, silently praying that the thunder within the clouds would not grievously wound them.
But the will of Heaven was impossible to predict. The moment he rushed into the dark clouds' range, lightning exploded across the heavens.
Purple-gold divine lightning crisscrossed the sky, densely filling the entire cloud layer. Thunder roared loud enough to shake Heaven and Earth, every bolt carrying a terrifying might capable of annihilating all things.
In such a dreadful sea of lightning, an ordinary cultivator would have their soul and spirit destroyed the instant they entered. Passing through safely was simply impossible.
"This is bad!"
Bitterness filled Huang Feihu's face, and despair had already taken hold of his heart.
Yet for Huang Tianhua, who had only one last breath left, even in this hopeless predicament, he could only risk his life and try.
He forced up what little strength remained and darted and twisted through the raging lightning sea,