Fairy Guye's expression remained calm. With a light tap of her fingertip, she activated the formation diagram.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
Sword Qi streaked across the starry sky, every ray of sword light comparable to the full-force strike of a peak Quasi-Emperor.
The eight Great Emperor phantoms that had just emerged from the Thunder Pool had no time to unleash their ultimate Divine Might before they were frenziedly sliced apart by the dense Sword Qi. Lightning scattered in every direction as roars rang out without end.
The phantoms were torn apart within the sword formation, then reassembled, only to be torn apart again, as though trapped within a colossal millstone.
She strolled leisurely through the center of the formation diagram, her white robes fluttering in the wind, her movements as graceful as if she were taking a walk.
Whenever the formation diagram failed to suppress a counterattack, she casually took two disposable Forbidden Artifacts from her storage ring and threw them out.
A jade comb carved from mutton-fat white jade flew out, abruptly transforming midair into a heavenly blade that swept across the river of stars. With a crack, it cleaved apart a phantom of an ancient emperor.
She lightly activated a palm-sized ancient bronze mirror. A dark gleam flashed across its surface, firing a death ray that annihilated all things and pierced straight through an ultimate imperial weapon formed from lightning on the spot.
Rumble—!
The million-mile Thunder Sea was blasted into a churning upheaval, and even the Thunder Pool was on the verge of being vaporized dry.
"So, as long as you have enough resources, you can buy your way to the throne of a Great Emperor..."
A young heavenly prodigy swallowed hard, feeling his entire understanding of cultivation crumble.
The lightning tribulation did not end because the