Floodwaters surged, and metal clashed.
In an instant, countless true dragon shadows appeared above Chu Mo amid the endless beast shadows, with all manner of spirit treasures flashing into existence among them.
The beasts encompassed every nonhuman beast, the dragons every dragon of Fuli's past, and the weapons every treasure from antiquity to the present. The three tribulations arrived together, shaking the Void Sea.
Chu Mo looked at the three tribulations, his eyelid twitching. The first two were manageable: each dragon and beast was unique, with only one manifestation of each. But that final weapon tribulation...
"Even though I knew about this already, seeing it with my own eyes still feels absurd," he murmured.
The weapon tribulation consisted of the renowned dharmic treasures that had appeared throughout Fuli's history. Like the first two tribulations, there should have been only one of each treasure.
Yet from what Chu Mo could see, every dharmic treasure had at least one replica of equal power. Some slightly lower-grade treasures even had hundreds or thousands of replicas.
Only one person could have caused this phenomenon.
"Ancestral Vein Tai Zhen really has inflicted no end of misery," Chu Mo grumbled.
Before his words faded, the three tribulations above began to move. The myriad beasts and true dragons moved in unison, sweeping up all manner of dharmic treasures as they charged at Chu Mo.
Sabers, spears, swords, halberds, bells, cauldrons, pagodas, seals, pearls, umbrellas, mirrors, banners... At a glance, the dharmic treasures were so plentiful that every true dragon and beast shadow held six or seven, armed to the teeth.
Two clasped in its mouth, three held in its claws, and another wound around its tail. The treasures' radiance soared into the heavens, painting the normally desolate Void Sea in Fuli's majestic colors. Their awesome divine might