Flames surged like raging waves, and before Hanyu made any move, he merely pointed a finger—and the blaze shot skyward.
The sea of fire spread upward until it met the lightless dome. It collided with the purple tribulation lightning, and in an instant, the two forces clashed.
Countless bolts of tribulation lightning seemed to have found an outlet, all converging there at once.
The sight made everyone from the Central Continent's scalps prickle.
"What is he doing? Why provoke the tribulation lightning?"
"He must be testing himself, seeing how strong he is!"
Muzi Li watched the distant sky, deep in thought. He already had a guess.
There were no cultivators left here who could fight him—or rather, there were only a handful in the world who could.
Only this endless tribulation lightning, a special force that could keep rising to greater heights, could perhaps match him!
"But it's easy to start a fight. I'm afraid ending it will be a whole different matter, won't it?"
Muzi Li muttered to himself.
Everyone knew that, outside of a breakthrough in cultivation, tribulation lightning was like a rabid dog.
Once it caught someone, it would bite until they were dead.
The lightning's nature would also keep changing to match a cultivator's strength. You could say that ordinary cultivators always found the kind of lightning best suited to them, then waited calmly to be reduced to ashes.
So, to most cultivators, one rule was common knowledge: never provoke tribulation lightning.
"Maybe he never planned to end it."
The old Daoist's expression turned strange. He especially watched that figure, now utterly at ease, as if he were seeing himself from several thousand years ago: a once-in-a-generation genius, peerlessly brilliant. Most importantly, Hanyu was even more ruthless than he'd been!
Ruthless toward himself!
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