That scene was seared deep into the souls of everyone present.
One man, one hammer, strolling leisurely amid countless thunderous punishments.
The Chaos Divine Light that filled the sky, enough to erase a True Lord undergoing Tribulation Transcendence, seemed like the most dazzling fireworks before him. Each swing of the hammer burst into brilliant fragments of light, casting his figure like a deity.
The cultivators who had fled to the edge of the Stone Platform all stopped in their tracks and stared blankly up at the sky.
The terror on their faces had gradually been replaced by a fervor that bordered on worship.
"Th-this... is he even human?"
Someone spoke in a hoarse voice, their Adam's apple bobbing.
"I feel like my centuries of cultivation have all gone to the dogs."
A long-established True Lord wore a bitter expression. The Dao heart he had always taken pride in had been struck so hard by this sight that it was on the verge of collapse.
Compared to the man before them, these so-called powerhouses and prodigies were simply infants still learning to walk.
"The seventh wave..."
On the high platform, Clan Chief Long Gan gripped the railing and muttered to himself, unable to suppress the excitement in his voice.
From the first divine light to this web of lightning, it was already the seventh wave of heavenly tribulation.
Each wave had been stronger than the last, each more terrifying than the last.
Yet that man still seemed to handle them with effortless ease.
Was he really going to succeed?
Was he truly going to complete this unprecedented feat upon the Dragon Gate Stone Platform, before the eyes of prodigies from all under heaven?
Long Gan's heartbeat began to accelerate beyond his control.
He knew that today, he might be witnessing the