Fang Han turned into a streak of light and raced across the skies of Great Qian.
Above his head, boundless black tribulation clouds followed like his shadow, keeping him firmly locked in their sights.
Deep within the clouds, the tribulation thunder had grown suffocatingly powerful. The lightning threading through them had changed from silver-white to an eerie purple.
The tribulation had yet to truly descend, but the heavenly might spilling from it was already like ten thousand invisible steel needles, stabbing Fang Han with pain from head to toe.
"Perhaps this is why the powerful figures across Great Qian haven't dared to strike me down," Fang Han realized.
"Once the tribulation has locked on, there's no escaping it. Anyone who interferes now risks being caught in it too."
To withstand the thunder tribulation's mounting pressure, Fang Han could only keep driving the Azure Wood Invocation, frantically drawing in the vitality of heaven and earth.
Yet the ancient consciousness in the distance, which had once faintly resonated with him, had now been sealed away completely by the laws of the Heavenly Dao. It had faded to the edge of perception and could no longer lend him the slightest aid.
As a result, the rate at which he drew in the world's vitality inevitably slowed.
"If heaven won't give it to me, I'll take it myself!"
A fierce glint flashed in Fang Han's eyes, and every hair on his body stood on end.
Thousands upon thousands of strands became bloodthirsty azure dragons. Roaring without a sound, they burst from his body and scattered.
Following the flow of vitality, they shot toward the spirit-rich lands, rivers, and mountains throughout the surrounding reaches of Great Qian.
The instant they arrived, those dragons became the greediest of bandits. They pushed their devouring power to its