Pressure Is Motivation

Di Tian said nothing.

He understood the meaning behind Swordback Dragon's words.

Heavenly tribulations were the threshold Spirit Beasts feared most. Upon reaching a hundred thousand years, they had to make a choice.

Either transform into humans and cultivate in the human world, or continue forward and face the heavenly tribulation.

But dragons possessed pure bloodlines and immense strength, making the power of their heavenly tribulations utterly terrifying.

Other Spirit Beasts risked near-certain death when crossing their tribulations, but for dragons, there was almost no chance of survival at all.

For Swordback Dragon to have lived to its present age was already rare among its kind. Yet if it took another step forward, what awaited it would not be a broader world, but a heap of charred bones beneath heavenly lightning.

It probably knew full well that this was a gamble it could no longer afford.

Bi Ji gently lowered her eyes, and the pale green light at her fingertips went out completely.

Di Tian did not try to stop it.

Given his status and understanding of Spirit Beast heavenly tribulations, he had no right to prevent a dragon determined to die.

He could only offer Swordback Dragon his final respect. "Have you thought it through?"

"I have." Swordback Dragon's pupils remained calm and still. "Rather than feed this cultivation to heavenly lightning, I might as well give it to someone who needs it."

Not far away, Yang Guyun leaned against a boulder with the Returnless Spear resting across his knees. Hearing Swordback Dragon's words, he straightened and lifted the spear into his hand. "No need."

Swordback Dragon turned to look at him, while Di Tian slightly tilted his head, a hint of scrutiny appearing in his golden eyes.

Yang Guyun planted the Returnless Spear on the ground. "I'll obtain