Inside the Wasteland Secret Realm.
The delicate-featured youth could not help looking up at the sky, as though a pair of eyes there were meeting his gaze.
Around him, space and time shifted rapidly. Sand and desert gradually gave way to green mountains and flowing streams, while birdsong, beastly roars, and all manner of clamor reached his ears.
Ordinary people might have found it noisy, but to the youth, it all sounded like heavenly music.
"Finally out!"
When he looked down at the Cloudmist Mountains, wild delight spread across his face!
He could no longer remember how long it had been since he had seen anything other than yellow sand and wasteland.
Suddenly, his expression shifted, and he said, seemingly to himself, "Elder Brother, you want me to block someone's Nascent Soul Formation tribulation lightning?"
As he spoke, he looked thoughtfully toward the sky.
When he first escaped, his thoughts had been entirely on regaining his freedom. He truly had no interest in anything else.
Only now, as he looked up, did he notice the thick tribulation clouds above the Cloudmist Mountains. Amid flashing lightning and rolling thunder, terrifying energy was gathering!
"Hmm, that's not right!"
The delicate-featured youth gave a soft exclamation. His gaze instantly pierced through layer upon layer of space and time, taking in the Western Wasteland, Great Zhou, the Vast Sea-and even the entire world.
Naturally, he saw the pitch-black tribulation clouds shrouding the entire world with its round sky and square earth, along with Li Ping, whom those clouds had locked onto.
"Tsk, tsk... just what did you do, kid, to make Heaven so furious? This Nascent Soul Formation tribulation lightning could practically rival a great heavenly tribulation." The delicate-featured youth clicked his tongue.
Unlike in lesser worlds, cultivators in great worlds had to endure