Six hundred thousand li!
Seven hundred thousand li!
Eight hundred thousand li!
As the black clouds continued to spread, sect after sect, city after city, was swallowed beneath them.
Hundreds of millions of living beings stared at the sky in utter horror. The world that had been bright as day not long ago now seemed as though night had fallen, shaking them to their very souls.
Countless snakes, insects, rats, ants, birds, and beasts fled from their hiding places. Panicked and frantic, they ran as if disaster were about to descend.
As the gale howled, it swept three thousand li in one roll, then another six thousand li, endless and unceasing. Its mournful wail played a dirge between heaven and earth, sounding a movement called "Trembling."
Cold—cold enough to freeze the soul.
Chaos—enough to make one's heart pound and flesh crawl.
An indescribable terror pressed down upon their hearts, leaving them unable to breathe.
Under that unspeakable pressure, some Foundation Establishment cultivators gradually broke down. Unable to bear it any longer, they screamed madly, their Dao hearts on the verge of collapse beneath the crushing weight.
Countless Golden Core cultivators trembled all over and collapsed to the ground. Their Golden Cores had lost their luster, and no light remained in their eyes.
Even Heavenly Immortals coughed up blood and knelt miserably on the ground. The Great Dao within them had fallen into disorder, their stars shook, and cracks had even appeared in their Heavenly Palaces.
This was the suppression of the Great Dao, a heavenly tribulation—a pressure cast down by Heaven upon cultivators who sought to overturn fate and defy Heaven to change their destinies.
Though no one knew who was undergoing the tribulation, at this moment, countless billions of living beings felt the wrath of Heaven.
"Did anyone see