The ground looked like the sky high above. Dark clouds gathered, and thunder surged into a sea, swirling into a vortex in layer upon layer of dazzling colors, radiating an aura of utter terror.
At that moment, they shattered like Meng Qi's figure, vanishing like bubbles and drifting away, leaving Grand Master Pei with the scene of a dream coming to an end.
For one instant, Pei Daotong, whose will was as firm as a rock, truly thought he had fallen into an enemy's illusion. How could there be such a thing as one tribulation with every step, ascending from a First Tribulation True Person to the realm of a "Creator" in just six breaths?
It had never happened in the past, and almost certainly never would in the future!
Even with that Buddha Lamp tempering and improving him, and Venerable Ananda guiding him after descending from the Pure Land, his most fully accumulated Fifth Tribulation had taken three whole months. The Sixth had taken half a year, and the Seventh more than two years. Even so, he had been unprecedented, advancing at a speed that left people dumbstruck. And yet now there was someone defying heaven by crossing one tribulation with every breath—not even the seven-tribulation barrier between Land Immortal and "Creator" had been an exception!
Was this still the world he knew?
Was there still any justice under heaven?
Once he had discerned the aura of the tribulations around him, recalled what he had witnessed, and confirmed that such an unbelievable event had truly occurred, even Pei Daotong, steady as a mountain, could not help but feel his mind reel and his breathing quicken. Despair came over him without warning.
Could anyone have a chance of winning against such an enemy?
Even if they were currently at the