After the power of the Heavenly Dao dissipated, they let out a breath of foul air, and the pressure in their hearts vanished with it.
Hong Jun and the others had naturally noticed the changes across the Primordial World and the desolation of the Myriad Races of the Primordial World.
But at this moment, they could not spare attention for such matters. They flew straight toward the western lands.
The great tribulation of the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin Tribes had passed, but their own tribulation had not. The opportunity to attain the Dao was something they could not afford not to fight for.
In the west of the Primordial World, atop Mount Sumeru.
Luohou sat in the great hall, cultivating by absorbing the Killing Intent of the tribulation between heaven and earth. Four vicious swords slowly revolved beside him, radiating savage Sword Qi.
After a long while, Luohou opened his eyes. A strange red glimmer flashed through them before quickly fading away.
"Damn it, I was only one step away."
A trace of helplessness flashed through Luohou's eyes. As one of the protagonists of the tribulation, the Heavenly Dao would never allow him to break through so easily. He still had to walk through the tribulation.
"Since you have come, stop skulking about like turtles hiding their heads. Otherwise, this venerable one will look down on you!"
Suddenly, Luohou's pupils contracted. He looked toward the void outside the hall and shouted coldly.
As his words fell, a Daoist appeared in the air, walking upon the void. It was Hong Jun, likewise one of the protagonists of the tribulation.
"Luohou, for your own selfish desires, you plotted to incite a war among the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin Tribes, shattering heaven and earth and causing countless deaths and injuries. Your sins are