Thud, thud, thud.
The cups trembled lightly, tribulation aura seeping into the pavilion.
Ba Zunan had only just smiled and slapped Xu Xiaoshou into the bottleneck of his breakthrough, not yet taking his seat.
Then, close on its heels, a faint aura of tribulation rose and spread from every direction.
"A tribulation?"
This was too much of a coincidence!
So coincidental that even Kong Yuhen had thought Xu Xiaoshou was not breaking through to the Throne Dao Realm this time, but undergoing the Nine-Death Lightning Tribulation of the Cutting Path.
Soon, he realized something was wrong.
This tribulation aura was not merely at the level of the Nine-Death Lightning Tribulation. Even a Saint Tribulation seemed inadequate to describe it.
"Saint-Sealing?"
Kong Yuhen shot Xu Xiaoshou a surprised glance, then his gaze froze as he looked out the window.
Ba Zunan was the same. He had nearly thought Xu Xiaoshou was absurd enough to seal sainthood before him, only to realize the next moment that it was not so.
"It's not him sealing sainthood. Someone outside is undergoing a Saint Tribulation."
"What kind of Saint Tribulation is this?"
Even Ba Zunan had never encountered a Saint Tribulation of such intensity.
When had Void Island produced someone like this? It was merely the tribulation of a Half-Saint, yet its might was nearly approaching the level of a Holy Emperor making a move.
Kong Yuhen said nothing. With a sweep of his hand through the air, the Ancient Past Forget-Worry Pavilion became nearly transparent.
Seated within the loft, they could raise their eyes and see the sky.
High above the nine heavens, three blood-red flower-like pupils were embedded in the firmament, like a god of tribulation lowering its gaze upon Void Island and casting down a stare called calamity.
Beneath that gaze, ten