Conversely, every family that chose the wrong side would inevitably face the kingdom's reckoning!
The brutality of political struggles was no less than that of Martial Dao conflicts.
Once they chose the wrong side, at best their property would be confiscated and their family exterminated, leaving their descendants without any chance to rise again.
At worst, they would be forced to flee far from the Ancient Trace Kingdom, wandering in foreign lands, concealing their identities, and barely surviving.
Boom!
Boom!
Only when bolts of purple lightning descended and struck at the martial artists did they come back to their senses.
They remembered that they were currently within Venerable Purple Thunder's Thunder Sea restriction. The terrifying purple lightning around them was no mere decoration; one careless mistake would leave them blasted to pieces. Everyone immediately steadied their minds and activated the power of their Golden Bodies, resisting the purple lightning with all their strength as they struggled deeper into the Purple Thunder Sea.
They began activating the power of their Golden Bodies, fending off the purple lightning's attacks while inching their way toward the depths of the Purple Thunder Sea.
Golden Bodies of every color shone within the Thunder Sea like countless brilliant stars, advancing through the purple ocean with slow but unwavering determination.
Each bolt of purple lightning that fell left a deep mark upon a Golden Body.
Some Golden Bodies were struck until they swayed on the verge of collapse, their light flickering violently as though it might go out at any moment.
Some were struck until their radiance dimmed, fading from dazzling brilliance into an unsteady flicker like a candle flame in the wind.
Some Golden Bodies were even cracked apart, fragments breaking away and dissolving into specks of light within the Thunder Sea.
The glow of the