Peril in the Tribulation Realm

Danger in the Tribulation Realm. But not everyone possessed Dao Realm cultivation—those upper-realm cultivators with only Heaven and Earth Great Venerable cultivation had no protection from the rules and no means of teleportation. They could only remain in the lower realm.

They were terrified beyond measure. They had no desire to be refined.

"Spare us, Senior!" Someone knelt in the void, his voice trembling. "This junior is willing to pay for his life!"

The others followed suit, kneeling and begging for mercy as they offered up their Storage Rings, sacred artifacts, cultivation techniques, pills—everything they could offer to save their lives.

Chen Lin looked at them expressionlessly.

After a moment, he spoke in an indifferent tone. "Sever one of your arms and leave. If there is a next time, it will be treated as a declaration of war against my Great Yan Sacred Dynasty!"

As though granted a pardon, those cultivators gritted their teeth and severed an arm each, then fled in a pathetic scramble.

In the void, only the cultivators of the Great Yan Sacred Dynasty remained, along with that floating pill and that gray-robed figure.

The cultivators of the Purple Palace Imperial Clan and the War God Palace stared at one another, their eyes filled with disbelief.

An expert with Dao Realm combat power had emerged from the lower realm?

"This Sage Master... is far too powerful." A cultivator of the Purple Palace Imperial Clan muttered under his breath, a trace of tremor in his voice.

Had he been in the upper realm, he would likely have soared long ago.

The Destiny Lord was the same. Standing beside Ling Hao, his expression was complicated.

He was the ruler of the River of Fate, an existence at the peak of commanding heaven and governing fate. Though only a wisp