Boom!
Heavenly tribulation thunder roared as surging spiritual energy gathered from heaven and earth. The many measures left within the Dao Children activated at once, sending their auras soaring from the early Celestial Realm to the middle stage, then the late stage, then the peak!
In an instant, their cultivation had leaped across almost an entire major realm.
It was terrifying beyond belief.
These Celestial Realm Dao Children bathed in lightning, absorbing every rare treasure their sects had prepared for them. Many of those treasures had been created at tremendous cost by Supremes. Bolt after bolt of tribulation lightning struck them, yet barely stung; not even their skin was harmed.
These Dao Children had become terrifyingly strong!
Yet their faces showed neither joy nor sorrow. There was no excitement at receiving such a tremendous opportunity. Only the killing intent in their hearts kept building, building.
That sudden leap in cultivation had come at the cost of their foundations.
In the future, even if they won, they would have to expend immense effort repairing those foundations. Only then might they regain even a ten or twenty percent chance of ascending to Supreme. They had paid a terrible price.
And if they failed, their bodies would perish and their Daos would vanish.
This was inevitable for Dao Children raised by sects and holy heirs raised by their races.
Now they fought for their sects and races. It was only right. What more was there to say?
Amid the tribulation lightning, every Dao Child fixed a cold gaze on the azure-clad youth.
They only had to kill him!
Kill him and seize his corpse, flying sword, and soul, and they might yet work backward to discover a way beyond the limit. Even if their generation faded into obscurity, the next generation of their