Pei Ling turned to Si Hong Miaoli and asked at once, "Miaoli, are you ready?"
Si Hong Miaoli's expression was solemn. She nodded. "I'm ready!"
Pei Ling gave a slight nod. Wasting no more time, he formed an ancient Magic Seal and spoke in a grand, magnificent voice: "Ten Thousand Feet of Red Dust, Fear Me as Heaven!"
His voice boomed like the great bells and drums of antiquity, thunder rising from flat ground. It was as if the Heavenly Dao had descended from the unseen heights, reigning above the firmament and regarding all creation as straw dogs—cold, impartial, and magnificent...
In an instant, Pei Ling's aura turned lofty and ethereal, like the unfathomable, unthinkable, incomprehensible Heavenly Dao. Above, dark clouds gathered at the snap of his fingers, blotting out the light. The open wilderness, which had been in broad daylight, quickly dimmed. Black clouds pressed down overhead, endless and surging.
Purple and azure bolts writhed among the clouds, and peals of thunder rolled without end. A muffled roar, like the surging tide of a vast ocean, swept in every direction.
The brilliant might of Heaven enveloped the entire world. All living things were seized by terror, as insignificant as dust and ants!
Pei Ling watched the tribulation clouds. The moment they reached the scale of a high-grade Immortal Infant tribulation, he moved his thoughts, and the clouds stopped gathering.
Fine threads of lightning began converging at the center, brewing true Tribulation Lightning.
Pei Ling turned his head, his gaze immediately fixing on Si Hong Miaoli.
As Si Hong Miaoli felt the palpable heavenly might above her, a great terror rose from the depths of her heart. It was as if disaster loomed, an overwhelming threat pressing down upon her. Even her courage to strike vanished in an instant.
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