In the sky, the pressure grew stronger and stronger, the air increasingly oppressive. Even Ye Lin felt slightly unable to catch his breath.
Clearly, the thunderclouds above were gathering their final killing blow.
"Go."
Ye Lin drained the last trace of immortal power from his body and sent it all into the blood-colored long sword in the distance. Then his face relaxed in relief.
This was all he could do. If he forcibly interfered, even he would be struck down by the Great Dao.
Now, it all depended on its own fortune. He only hoped it could withstand it.
Just then, bolts of lightning intertwined in the sky, waves of terrifying might spreading in every direction. Within the lightning lurked a dreadful killing intent.
"Gasp, what a terrifying lightning tribulation. Is this the Great Dao lightning tribulation? It contains such dense intent of destruction. That blood-colored long sword probably won't be able to endure this blow, will it?"
"My focus is different from yours. I'm wondering what exactly that blood-colored long sword is. An immortal artifact? Doesn't seem like it. A spirit? Doesn't seem like that either. What on earth is it?"
"I find it strange too. The might of the Great Dao now permeates everything; the entire holy land is filled with it. I don't even dare enter seclusion. Damn it."
Countless disciples around them discussed it among themselves. They were quite curious about this scene as well. Though they were disciples of a holy land and had seen much, the world was vast, and there were plenty of things they had never encountered.
"Look, the Three-Nine Heavenly Lightning."
Suddenly, a disciple cried out. Countless disciples on the ground revealed shocked expressions upon seeing it. The Three-Nine Heavenly Tribulation?
In the sky, bolts of lightning crisscrossed one another. A