As the tribulation clouds grew denser overhead, the cultivators fleeing Immortal Inquiry City grew ever more desperate.
Most of the cultivators who had already ascended to immortality had escaped the tribulation's range.
But those who had not ascended were too weak and flew too slowly. Many low-level cultivators were still beneath the clouds.
More and more cultivators began pulling out their last-resort techniques to escape with their lives.
"Zheng Xiao'er, we won't make it! We have to use that secret art!" Mo Xiaomo cried anxiously.
The secret art she meant was Blood Escape.
It was an extremely common escape art in the cultivation world, one that practically everyone knew.
Using it was simple: by burning their vital blood and damaging their foundations, cultivators could instantly raise their speed to several times, even dozens of times, their normal limit.
Without precious heavenly treasures to restore what they had lost, those who used it could never replenish their vital blood or repair their foundations. Their cultivation would never advance another inch.
Ordinary cultivators could hardly obtain treasures that precious. Unless they had no other choice, they would never use the art.
Zheng Xiao'er's face was etched with anxiety, but there was unwillingness in his eyes too.
He looked up. The dense tribulation clouds pressed down so heavily that even the flow of their spiritual power seemed sluggish.
"All right, Sister Xiaomo. Looks like it's our only choice!" he said through gritted teeth.
Just then, Mo Xiaomo called out, "Zheng Xiao'er, wait!"
Zheng Xiao'er paused as he prepared to use Blood Escape. "What is it, Sister Xiaomo?"
"Look at the tribulation clouds."
He raised his head. The clouds, so dense a moment ago, had begun to disperse.
They vanished faster and faster. In just a few breaths, the sky was clear again.
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