An inexplicable sense of oppression swiftly arose in He Song's heart.
Having sensed this, He Song confirmed once more that there were no issues with the transformation of his spiritual essence dharma manifestation.
Only then did he open his eyes.
He raised his head to look at the sky.
He Song's pupils suddenly contracted.
At this moment, the sky above his head was no longer empty.
At this moment, wisps of cloud were gathering above He Song's head from all directions.
Before long, they had formed a vast expanse of dark clouds overhead.
The dark clouds churned without end like a vortex, continuously dragging clouds from even farther away into their midst.
With a single glance, He Song recognized the scene before him.
This was an omen that a heavenly tribulation was about to descend.
And as He Song realized this.
A chill suddenly ran through his heart, as though he had been targeted by a venomous serpent, making him shudder uncontrollably.
However, once he traced the source of that chill, He Song inwardly breathed a sigh of relief.
The source of that chill was not some venomous serpent.
It was the heavenly tribulation clouds gradually taking shape in the sky.
As the heavenly tribulation clouds formed, they firmly locked onto He Song.
From that moment onward.
So long as the heavenly tribulation had not passed.
Even if He Song fled to the ends of the earth, he would never escape its lock.
And with the heavenly tribulation's lock upon him.
He Song swiftly felt the pressure on him surge.
It was the oppressive might of the heavenly tribulation.
Though this pressure was not difficult for He Song, who was about to confront the heavenly tribulation head-on, to resist.
He nevertheless truly felt its weight.
However, just as He Song