Beneath the rolling thunder that blotted out the sky, the slightest misstep could allow the force of the lightning to surge through the passage. For the Red Moon Desert, and even the Chaotic Demon Realm, that would be a calamity capable of bringing down the heavens.
These human and demon cultivators who had weathered tribulations and reached the Mahayana Realm had stood at the pinnacle of the Spirit Realm for thousands upon thousands of years. For the first time, they felt so small before the might of heaven and earth. Even the Spirit Realm, which had always seemed boundless, was no more than a speck of dust beneath this frenzied thunder.
Only Yu Xiaoqiao, Hongyue, Jin Yu, Wugu, Bali, and the other members of the Page Stone Clan wore resolute expressions, seemingly untouched by the disaster before them. Yu Xiaoqiao and the Page Stone Clan alike held unwavering faith in their hearts: Lu Xiaotian would never abandon them lightly. Even if they truly perished in this raging thunder, they would have no regrets.
Lu Xiaotian's phantom, whose face had shown signs of fatigue, merely raised a hand. The boundless, peerless thunder had surged toward them like a mountain and a sea, but now it retreated like the tide.
Beyond the passage, thunderclouds still loomed over the city. Yet after Lu Xiaotian acted, the thunder never crossed the threshold.
"Saint! Saint!" Seeing such godlike might, the Page Stone Clan throughout the Red Moon Desert could not help but cry out in unison. Their mighty voices joined into a flood, surging through everyone's hearts.
Ever since Lu Xiaotian had reached the pinnacle of the Spirit Realm, the Page Stone Clan's pride had taken root. Perhaps they had humble origins and had once been at the very bottom of the Spirit Realm, but