Qingyao Mountain.
The scent of thunder filled this corner of heaven and earth.
The winding mountain ranges and vast, misty waters had all vanished without a trace.
In their place were countless chasms, churning with dust and debris.
And the thunderous crash of floodwaters mixed with silt as they collapsed.
Above, the thunder fell silent, and the tribulation clouds dispersed.
The faint light of dawn slowly emerged.
The third Dao Tribulation had ended!
In an instant, monstrous demonic qi descended. A gigantic palm slammed down as if the heavens themselves were collapsing.
This time, the colossal palm came faster and with even greater force, as though its wielder had been prepared.
Boom!!!
The void cracked inch by inch. The earth shook violently, and the sounds of "crack!" and "crack!" rang without end as enormous fissures spread rapidly in every direction like a spiderweb.
Groundwater and magma burst forth, cold and heat intermingling as smoke billowed into the air.
Tribulation ash surged repeatedly into the sky, blotting out the sun.
The skies churned, and vortices of spatial wind appeared everywhere, unable to close for a long time.
Pei Ling lay at the bottom of the abyss, drenched in blood and covered in wounds. The icy spring reached his ears, and blood flowed into its bone-chilling waters, gurgling into a pool around him.
His crisscrossing wounds revealed stark white bone.
One of his arms and half a leg were gone. The stumps were charred black, thick with the aura of lightning strikes.
"Cough, cough... cough, cough, cough... cough, cough, cough, cough, cough..." As Pei Ling lay on his back, purplish-black blood and foam poured from his seven apertures. He tried to speak, but couldn't stop himself from coughing violently.
With each cough, more and more clotted blood surged from the corner of