Above the Supreme Purity Grotto-Heaven, the spiritual energy that had been tranquil suddenly began churning violently.
The Great Dao Flower above Lin Yuan's head, already nine-tenths formed, stopped.
Only one final sliver remained.
Yet that sliver seemed pinned beneath the entire karmic tribulation.
The higher he raised his primordial spirit,
the greater the resistance became.
Lin Yuan opened his eyes.
Through his Mystic Thunder Eyes, he saw more and more gray-black threads of karma hanging down from the depths of the void.
The first thread.
Shiji.
The second thread.
The Four Sages of Nine-Dragon Island.
Then came the Ten Heavenly Lords, Zhao Gongming, the Three Cloud Sisters, Wen Zhong, the Four Demon Generals, Huo Ling, Yu Yuan, Lü Yue, and Luo Xuan.
The fatal tribulations Lin Yuan had once changed now appeared before him in another form.
Every thread of karma weighed heavily.
Because Lin Yuan had indeed changed the paths they were originally meant to take.
The Investiture of the Gods had vacancies as a result.
The karmic tribulation had been rearranged as a result.
The risks facing the Elucidation Sect, the Western Regions, and rogue cultivators had increased.
All these consequences could ultimately trace their way back to Lin Yuan along the threads of karma.
For an ordinary Taiyi-level cultivator,
merely seeing all this would have left his primordial spirit numb.
Lin Yuan, however, felt little panic.
He looked at the first thread.
Shiji.
Skeleton Mountain.
The Heaven-Shaking Arrow.
Taiyi.
Then he looked at the second thread.
Wang Mo, Yang Sen, Gao Youqian, and Li Xingba.
Then the Ten Ultimate Formation.
He examined them one by one.
His mind was filled with familiar faces.
Lin Yuan suddenly found it rather funny.
"So after all that fuss."
"They're all people I know."
The first strand of karma bore down.