Wooo!
The winds howled in fury, and wild thunder danced across the sky!
The dark clouds seemed to form a vortex, with streaks of purple lightning gathering within.
An enormous pressure suddenly appeared, crashing down upon Fang Yuan.
It was the world's oppression, as though heaven and earth themselves rejected him, brimming with malice and intent on taking his life!
Even Demon Gods who wielded the Great Dao had to tread carefully under the world's suppression. And this Savage Lands World was incomparably powerful, on par with the Inner Demon World, if not stronger!
To make matters worse, Fang Yuan had yet to condense even a single Great Dao, let alone recover his strength as a Heavenly Underworld Demon God.
Crack! Crack!
Purple lightning gathered in the vortex, eventually taking on faint traces of dark red. Fang Yuan felt a danger potent enough to shatter a Primordial Rare Treasure and send him to his final death.
"When an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator undergoes tribulation, there are usually nine bolts of lightning. Including my clone, I should face eighteen!"
Those who possessed the Clone Technique would inevitably face two Heavenly Tribulations at once. The tribulations would merge into one—this was the world's way of maintaining balance.
If you wielded a heaven-defying ability, you had to be ready to bear the calamity that came with it!
On top of that, Fang Yuan wielded three heaven-defying Laws. The lightning was bound to be terrifyingly powerful.
"But no matter what... the first bolt shouldn't be powerful enough to shatter a Primordial Rare Treasure. Even an Immortal Ascension Tribulation should leave a sliver of hope. That's a fundamental rule of this world, one that can't be changed!"
Fang Yuan stared at the lightning, still gathering power as it shattered space around it. The corners of