In the World Sea, tribulation clouds churned.
Countless purple thunderbolts coursed through the pitch-black clouds, weighing heavily above Chu Mo's head. The tribulation clouds stretched boundlessly, with no end in sight for hundreds of millions of miles.
Chu Mo stood above Perched Cloud Grotto-Heaven, his gaze grave.
"This is a little dangerous." He stared at the double lightning tribulation, yet his face showed not the slightest intention of retreating.
No sooner had he spoken than the tribulation clouds changed. Two thunderbolts, each more than a hundred thousand feet thick, suddenly crashed down. Everything in their path was extinguished into nothingness, as though they could annihilate all creation.
Seeing the lightning descend, Chu Mo immediately marshaled his magical power. In an instant, Myriad Selves gathered within him, and the Dao resonance of life and death flowed, forcefully influencing the space occupied by the thunderbolts.
Boom-
A deafening blast rang out as radiant flames exploded. Purple light intertwined with the qi of life and death, sending out a murky expanse of chaos that spread across myriad domains.
Although the thunderbolts were fierce, the relentless erosion of the qi of life and death gradually dissolved and subdued them. Before they could approach Chu Mo, they dispersed completely.
There was no relief on Chu Mo's face.
"As expected of the double thunder calamity. Just the first strike already surpassed an all-out attack from the peak of Dao Integration. That annihilating power is even more troublesome. I can only resolve it by meeting it head-on with the mysteries of the Dao."
He narrowed his eyes and looked toward the tribulation clouds. The clouds had not diminished in the slightest, as though that thunderous, earthshaking strike had consumed none of their power. Now, seeing Chu Mo look their way, they immediately responded.
Streaks of purple light