Rumble, rumble—
Over the course of several months.
The commotion grew ever more brazen.
The skies above the Four Lands were stained with a layer of blood-red radiance.
Crimson clouds blanketed the heavens. Fate allotment and tribulation transformed into a monstrous beast that blotted out the sky, baring its ferocity as it pounced upon the Demon Land World, the place with the greatest fate allotment.
Some cultivators stood at the prow of their boats, gazing into the distance with tightly furrowed brows.
Others sat cross-legged in meditation, yet remained restless and unable to settle their minds. When they opened their eyes, gravity had already filled their hearts.
With their level of cultivation, once they focused their minds on cultivation, nothing in the world should have been able to disturb them.
Yet the tribulation was peerlessly terrifying, enough to keep even them from entering meditation.
This Primordial Spirit disciple rose to his feet. Seeing the blood-red sky, he frowned and swept his Divine Sense over the surroundings as well.
He suddenly discovered that quite a few fellow cultivators, like himself, had left their spirit-gathering rooms.
Clearly, they had encountered the same situation.
Yuan Sui looked below. Wang Chunfeng stood at his side. "Senior Brother Yuan, the tribulation has arrived. I fear it can no longer be suppressed."
"I wonder what arrangements the elders above have made?"
If they continued waiting, the atmosphere might seem calm and strange, but they could not forget that once this tribulation descended, it would not allow them to remain here and wait.
A guess flashed through his mind. Perhaps the reason they had waited seven days after seven days, yet still failed to deduce the correct Heavenly Secrets or disperse this layer of Chaos Qi, was that this too was part of the tribulation.
How could