The thunderclouds in the starry sky gradually thickened, their might growing ever more terrifying.
Several months later, they blotted out the sunlight and starlight from that direction. The entire planet fell into darkness, lit only by the artificial light produced by the Sky-Covering Divine Banyan, while formations simulated the change between day and night.
The planet had entered a state of polar night.
By then, not only were peak Nascent Soul Cultivators about to face their tribulations—An Siyan, Jin Lingfeng, Zhang Junsheng, and the others—trembling, even Spirit Transformation cultivators shuddered. They smelled the icy scent of death in that terrifying heavenly tribulation.
Death!
Every spiritual instinct the Spirit Transformation cultivators possessed told them that what lay ahead was a land of death, a place where ten would enter and not one would survive!
"This tribulation's strength..."
Divine Mechanism Heavenly Lord watched the heavenly tribulation, his scalp tingling. He turned and asked, "Little Bone, was your heavenly tribulation this strong too?"
"Probably... probably not..."
True Lord Bone Forest answered uneasily, her voice uncertain.
"Senior, will Jiang Ding be all right?"
Jin Lingfeng could not help asking.
The large crowd around her—An Siyan, Zhang Junsheng, Slaughter Spirit True Lord, True Lord Dinghai, and other elder-generation Nascent Soul True Lords who had waited through so many years—could not help worrying either.
"I don't know."
"Many things about him aren't typical of Immortal Sect cultivators. I can't judge."
Divine Mechanism Heavenly Lord shook his head slightly.
"But judging by history, no Great Sun Sword Heir seems to have died in a Spirit Transformation heavenly tribulation. That held true even in the era of the first Great Sun Sword Lord, when the inheritance was still far from complete..."
Amid endless lightning, Jiang Ding sat cross-legged.
Contrary to what those outside imagined, he was relaxed.