Land of Chaos.
Nine pillars reached into the sky, densely wrapped in chains that bound a blood-red coffin as it bobbed in midair.
Outside the nine pillars, groups of Human Race members stood scattered across the barren Gobi, their gazes blazing as they stared without blinking at the lightning surging among the pillars.
Rumble...
With every strike of Tribulation Lightning, the stench of burning flesh filled the air. Whether standing or fallen, the people were surrounded by surging magical power, violet and azure lightning snakes darting around them.
The Human Mahayana cultivators watched the scene calmly, secretly exchanging messages. "The odds of success have improved considerably this time."
"More of our kin should reach Mahayana than before."
"There should also be quite a few more who make it through the Eighty-one Tribulation..."
"With a great war imminent, that's a good thing."
"Indeed! The fate and fortune of all the races are secretly shifting toward ours. This is only to be expected..."
"Slaughtering the myriad races and enslaving the heavens is our duty!"
As they spoke, a dazzling point of light suddenly appeared beyond the vast tribulation clouds overhead.
It shone with unmatched brilliance. Even the flashes of violet and azure lightning could not conceal its radiance, which stretched for tens of thousands of feet.
After appearing, the point of light was like the sun shining on snow. The surrounding darkness rapidly melted away, and the light grew larger and brighter. Countless auras of rules and order descended in a mighty flood!
In an instant, the tribulation clouds surging above the nine pillars and the roaring, rushing lightning all flowed back like rivers returning to the sea, sweeping into the point of light.
Rumble...
Tribulation lightning still struck down from time to time. Yet as the lightning pierced the void, before