Thunderclouds were gathering!
The clear sky stretching ten thousand miles turned into boundless night in an instant. The oppressive blackness weighed on everyone's hearts, and a sense of imminent calamity rose unbidden.
"This hasn't even started yet, has it?"
Someone could not help speaking. His mouth felt dry—parched beyond belief.
The spectacle was simply too terrifying. No one had ever even heard of anything like it.
Lightning tribulations were nothing new in the Mythical Realm.
After all, there were so many immortals. If your connections were broad enough and you had sufficient confidence in yourself, seeing one eighty or a hundred times a year was not difficult.
The reason so many people had come this time was mainly because the one undergoing the tribulation possessed an extraordinary status.
He was the Interception Sect's Dao Child, the peerless prodigy who had turned the tide not long ago. Such a person's tribulation could not be missed. It could greatly broaden one's horizons and lessen the burden in one's heart.
After all, the more monstrous the prodigy, the more savage their breakthrough tribulation would be.
Yet no one had expected that before it had truly begun, before even a glimmer of lightning had appeared, most Heavenly Immortals, True Immortals, and Great Unity cultivators were already feeling deadly pressure—as though a natural predator had fixed its gaze upon them and they might die at any moment.
Moreover, under normal circumstances, once a breakthrough tribulation began, the lightning would descend in roughly ten minutes.
But nearly half a day had passed since the first signs appeared, and the heavenly tribulation still seemed to be brewing, continuously accumulating power.
"What did your Little Judicial War God's Great Luo tribulation look like?"
On one mountaintop, disciples from several great sects had gathered. Someone could not help asking