"Kill."
All at once, it seemed as though a voice from the unseen Supreme Heaven exploded in the depths of the void. It did not sound like a voice, but more like the imprint of a will, carved directly into the souls of everyone who sensed it.
It was as though the cold words of Supreme Heaven—the will of the Myriad Worlds—had spoken: Chu Tian must be slain.
Hui Mei's legs went weak, and he nearly fell from the rock. The Six Paths of Reincarnation in his palm trembled violently, gray-black light surging forth as if it had sensed an energy of the same rank as itself.
That emotion had not come from outside. It had welled up from within the Six Paths of Reincarnation itself—this supreme treasure was resonating with its projection within the Heavenly Tribulation.
Chu Yunshang's face went from pale to deathly white. Gray light churned violently around her, as though being torn apart by an invisible hand. That light changed from gentle to frenzied, from frenzied to fragmented, from fragmented to nearly invisible.
Old Tuo clenched his hands so tightly that his nails dug into his flesh, blood seeping through his fingers. Yet he made no sound. His lips were pressed into a thin line, and his eyes remained fixed upon that white ocean.
Five Supreme Treasures slowly took shape within the Heavenly Tribulation.
The first was the Epoch Ancient Pagoda. Its nine-tiered body was entirely condensed from white lightning and fire, dense rule runes flowing across its surface. Every rune exhaled and inhaled power capable of destroying heaven and earth. Its tip pointed straight toward the Ninth Heaven, while its base suppressed the endless void.
The second was the Six Paths of Reincarnation. The gray-black wheel slowly turned beside the ancient pagoda. Souls traveled through