About four thousand meters below the sea surface, the 580,000-year-old Golden-Ringed Octopus, Jin Buhuan, was slowly swimming upward. His goal was naturally to find out which soul beast was undergoing its tribulation, because he had not seen many soul beasts in these waters that had reached the tribulation stage before—meaning cultivation levels at neat intervals such as one hundred thousand, two hundred thousand, or three hundred thousand years.
That was quite normal. This was the territory of the 960,000-year-old Abyssal Megalodon, Juba. What brain-dead soul beast would dare live in these waters? Any soul beast that had awakened its intelligence knew that the first rule of survival in the deep sea was to bully the weak and fear the strong. If you could beat them, fleece them for all they were worth; if you could not, do not even think about it—just run.
Therefore, Jin Buhuan was especially curious which idiot was undergoing a tribulation in these waters. If he had not given Juba some information to keep him occupied, that fool would become Juba's meal after completing his tribulation.
However, the farther upward he swam, the stranger things seemed. He discovered that the tribulation fluctuations coming from the sea surface were abnormal. If the fluctuations from the first two heavenly tribulations had fallen somewhere between those of a hundred-thousand-year tribulation and a two-hundred-thousand-year tribulation, then from the third onward, the tribulation's power had surpassed even the final lightning bolt of a two-hundred-thousand-year tribulation. And the commotion caused by the sixth lightning bolt that had just struck was directly comparable to the first lightning bolt from his own five-hundred-thousand-year tribulation.
This made Jin Buhuan slow down. Logically, there were still three lightning bolts to come. If the final three surpassed the power of a five-hundred-thousand-year tribulation, then getting too close