"Rumble..."
The moment Qin He arrived, terrifying lightning crashed down.
The land in every direction flickered violently between blinding white light and darkness. Above the heavens, countless phenomena unfolded, and the Illusory Shadows of the Primordial Era left even Qin He dazzled and entranced.
Those powerful living beings looked down as though they were gods. Their mere silhouettes radiated an overwhelming pressure.
Seeing the leopard through a tube, Qin He finally caught a glimpse of one corner of the Primordial Era.
What an incomparably powerful and resplendent age it had been.
There had been gods, immortals, and demons.
Qin He glanced at Little Sable amid the lightning. Seeing its Illusory Shadow clear and distinct, its fighting spirit soaring, he was reassured.
Little Sable had inherited eight or nine parts out of ten of everything he knew. Many techniques had only been passed down in simplified versions because the transmission of teachings was restricted.
But without exaggeration, even so, Little Sable possessed at least thirty percent of Qin He's strength.
Even facing this sort of primordial lightning tribulation would not be particularly difficult.
Though this tribulation was terrifying, using the laws of the Primordial Era and lightning arts to strike down a tribulation transcender of the End of Dharma Era would have been a catastrophe capable of destroying the world for other demons.
Yet Little Sable could easily withstand the first few bolts of lightning tribulation with its physical body alone.
As his gaze wandered, Qin He could not help pondering what exactly was going on with this world.
The Eastern Lands World had already entered Silent Dharma, and the Abyss World had also entered the End of Dharma Era.
What about that so-called Upper Realm?
Was it the Immortal Realm?
Qin He was naturally not so naive.
How could the