Having decided to break through, he needed to choose the location carefully.
He could not do it at the Realm Patrol Bureau. The phenomena accompanying Qin He's Saint Tier breakthrough would expose every trump card he had.
Breaking through to Saint Tier demanded an all-out effort. Every law he had comprehended would have to be brought to bear against the terrifying Saint Tier lightning tribulation. Concealing his strength would be impossible.
He had to find somewhere secluded—so secluded that no matter how much havoc he wreaked, the Divine Court would never notice.
In theory, a suitable minor world would be the safest choice. Temporarily sever its Teleportation Array, and he could wreak as much havoc as he liked.
But Long Qingyun rejected that outright. "The subsidiary minor worlds designated by the Divine Court may seem secluded, but every one of them contains a Heavenly Dao anchor. When you break through to the Saint Realm, you'll have to withstand the lightning punishment of the Heavenly Tribulation head-on, with several laws running wild at once. A minor world's space cannot bear that strain. The tremors in its boundary wall would be detected instantly."
"The Lower Realm is your only option."
Long Qingyun paused, then added, "The Lower Realm's wilderness is vast, its world order as hard as iron, and it is perpetually filled with chaotic, evil baleful energies. The lightning tribulation's phenomena would blend into the turbulent currents of yin balefulness like a drop of water entering the sea. They would never attract attention from above."
Qin He nodded, well aware of the stakes.
The threshold of the Saint Realm was the dividing line where cultivators began to exert leverage over the rules of heaven and earth.
Anyone who stepped into sainthood would inevitably draw a lightning tribulation.
That was no ordinary