Above the firmament, after a round of talks between Ning Chen, Fan Lingyue, and the Firmament Saint, they temporarily ceased fighting and made peace.
Beneath the Great Dao, the firmament reigned supreme. With his absolute power, the Firmament Saint had allowed Ning Chen to personally experience the terror of a Saint.
Yet the Firmament Saint had also admitted himself that he was not the strongest Saint.
Aside from the God of All Gods, who had already fallen, there were still Great Dao Saints in this world more powerful than the Firmament Saint, who controlled space.
At the end of the Eastern Continent, above the sea, Ning Chen and Fan Lingyue returned. Seeing that the two had come back safely, Qing Ling, who had waited for many days, finally set her mind at ease.
"It is good that you are back."
A gentle smile appeared on Qing Ling's face as she said, "Rest for a few days."
"Mm."
Ning Chen nodded lightly. "I truly am somewhat weary."
Within the Seven-Colored Divine Temple, the Ink Lord, who had been quietly playing chess, stared at the board before him, a strange glint flashing through his eyes.
"What is it?"
Golden Light Saint asked.
"A calamity."
The Ink Lord answered.
Golden Light Saint revealed a puzzled look. "What calamity?"
"The Great Tribulation of Heaven and Earth," the Ink Lord replied.
"The Great Tribulation of Heaven and Earth?"
Golden Light Saint frowned. "What does this have to do with us?"
"I mean the true Great Tribulation of Heaven and Earth," the Ink Lord said gravely.
Golden Light Saint's expression jolted. "Including us?"
"Mm."
The Ink Lord nodded.
"Why? Is it because of that phoenix?"
Golden Light Saint said in a deep voice, "With his strength, he is not yet enough to make us fear him