At the final moment when the myriad reverse lightning bolts scattered, the rolling Tribulation Cloud did not completely disperse.
The light in the heavens was abruptly snuffed out. Sea wind, waves, spiritual energy, the pulse of heaven and earth—all things with sound and without—returned to extinction.
There were no explosive aftershocks, no lingering lightning. The entire Cangming Nether Ruins, stretching ten thousand miles, became a deathly silent void of chaos.
This was the fourth layer of the Saint Tribulation, and also the most heart-piercing one—the Chaos Daoheart Tribulation.
The previous three lightning tribulations shattered the flesh, cleansed the Dao foundation, and defied the rules; all were tempering by external force. But this trial stripped away every restraint of the Heavenly Dao, severed every support of law, and created an absolute vacuum of rules.
Here, there was no heaven, no Dao, no rules, no laws.
An ordinary cultivator who stepped into this chaos needed no attack to be struck. Within moments, they would be assimilated by the void.
Their flesh would dissolve, their soul would sink, and in the end, even their Daoheart would turn to chaotic dust, vanishing utterly between heaven and earth.
The surface of the Black Sea froze completely. Even the finest mist was suspended in midair.
Qin He floated at the heart of the void, his battered, charred body hanging motionlessly, no trace of spiritual energy circulating around him.
The body that had just endured the washing of countless rules had now completely lost every connection to heaven and earth.
He could not hear the wind, sense the flow of water, touch spiritual energy, or even feel his own pulse and blood surging through his veins; all of it quietly vanished.
It was as though he had been completely stripped away from the world, left floating alone