Manifestation of will?
With a thought from Chen Luo, the gray, ruined space rapidly returned to normal. Colors reappeared, and the collapsed, twisted space reversed and restored itself. In the blink of an eye, it had returned to how it was before. Aside from a few unlucky souls who had been accidentally caught up in it, everything was restored to its former state.
There seemed to be someone there? Forget it. It wasn't important.
After glancing at the dust scattered below, Chen Luo flashed away from the original spot.
A cold wind swept past, rolling up the scattered dust and carrying it into the distance.
In the end, it was no more than a few wisps of dust.
"I didn't expect the Lower Realm to have Tribulation Qi too."
As Chen Luo flew, he observed his surroundings. He discovered that the Lower Realm also possessed Tribulation Qi. Though it was not as dense as in the Immortal Realm, it was enough to draw the "Immeasurable Tribulation." It would merely come a few moments later, and such a short span of time meant nothing to Chen Luo.
In the sky, the "Epochal Tribulation Gate" hovered overhead.
This gate was exceedingly strange. No matter where Chen Luo went, as long as he looked up, he could sense it.
This sort of "gate," unaffected by time or space, was essentially a kind of "tribulation." If it had been the Zhang Family Ancestor's brain, what he would have seen would be that omnipresent eyeball. The eyeball would continuously turn as he moved, as though it were always watching him.
It was everywhere.
Chen Luo tried several different places: the former grounds of the Nine Tomb Guarding Clans, the Imperial Clan behind Ink Mountain. In those places, he also saw several old acquaintances. For instance,