Pei Ling felt a wondrous change in the magical power within his body. It was still magical power, yet now carried an enigmatic, ethereal quality.
A powerful premonition suddenly surged through him. If he entered Qingyao Mountain again now, even if the Demon Emperor used every Primordial Body, he might not be able to defeat Pei Ling as he was now!
At the thought, Pei Ling immediately gathered his focus and formed the ancient Magic Seal once more. His voice rang out, majestic and vast: "Ten Thousand Feet of Red Dust..."
In an instant, he once again became tribulation, the Heavenly Dao, the firmament...
Terrifying tribulation clouds gathered anew!
But this time, just as the immortal art was halfway through, Pei Ling's heart gave a sudden throb. A powerful sense of unease swept toward him like an invisible tide.
It was a feeling of imminent disaster, and yet also as if there were something of utmost importance he had to do at once.
It was impossible to grasp or predict. Only an almost instinctive warning of danger shrieked hysterically from the depths of the unseen.
Tribulation clouds surged in from every direction. Rumbles of thunder rolled within them as they rapidly gathered strength.
That intense sense of danger reached its peak in an instant. It seemed that if this Dao Tribulation fell, an unbearable calamity would follow!
Pei Ling furrowed his brow. Under normal circumstances, he would have dispelled the immortal art immediately, then waited until he had found the source of this foreboding and dealt with it completely before continuing his tribulation.
But if he stopped now, who knew whether the immortal would attack him at once?
Perhaps this sense of danger was the immortal's doing!
As his thoughts raced, Pei Ling did not wait for the immortal art