The earth gradually awakened. A thread of dawn broke the silence of the night.
In Primordial Heaven, which had previously fallen into a state of chaotic infancy, the "clouds" overhead finally parted at one corner.
Light shone through the opening. After so long without it, the return of daylight gave Heaven and Earth an altogether different air.
The arrival of light meant the retreat of shadows.
The shadow of death hanging over the many undergoing the tribulation, not just Meng Chuan and the others, finally lifted.
The death brought by the Great Dao Tribulation had receded, and Primordial Heaven would return to its former state.
The tribulation had not vanished completely. Scattered strikes still fell, but they could no longer threaten Meng Chuan and the others.
They had endured for so long. Surely a few stray strikes would not kill them at the very end...
The tribulation's force and killing intent rapidly dissipated. The oppressive, murderous air faded, and Spiritual Essence brightened once more.
All of Primordial Heaven was changing for the better, returning to how it had been before the Great Dao Tribulation.
True Martial and Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva could not help speaking up, marveling that the Great Dao Tribulation had ended.
Meng Chuan occasionally agreed with them, but he spent most of his attention pondering a question.
Just now, he had finished enduring the Wuliang Dao Tribulation. Ancestral Dragon and Ancestral Phoenix had finished at almost the same pace.
Was that really a coincidence?
So they were masters of imitation, were they? Meng Chuan would remember this.
"After this, I'm afraid I'll never want to enter a Great Dao Tribulation again," True Martial said bitterly.
Once had been enough to frighten him.
If it happened again, the Great Dao might not be able to take it.
"No one knows