Green Luo.
The blazing light faded, leaving the azure sky washed clean. The great formation enveloping the mountains gradually quieted. The fallen Diamond cultivators left scattered flecks of jeweled radiance, drifting through heaven and earth like stardust, only to be scourged by Thunderbolt and swept away an instant later.
Xu Xuan rode the wind down and settled atop Azure Sky Peak. Standing beneath a pine, he silently suppressed the injuries roiling within him.
Within his Inner Scenery, the murky teardrop had settled into stillness, hanging motionless. Dark light flowed through it, and it seemed to hold the sorrowful cries of all living beings, faintly stirring a response from his Divine Ability.
"To think such a wondrous thing existed."
It was the first thing he had encountered in his life that could counter Altar Thunder. Yet this Turbid Tear seemed to belong to Altar Thunder itself, turning its scourge upon the one commanding the tribulation.
Even Tiantuo, for all his knowledge and experience, had failed to discern its origins. He stood within the Inner Scenery, circling the Turbid Tear and studying it closely, not daring to touch it directly.
After all, its karmic burden was too heavy. For an Immortal Dao cultivator to touch it would bode ill. Most traditions disliked being tainted by the dust of the mortal world, apart from those few that cultivated by immersing themselves in it.
"Judging quietly by its nature, it seems to be something born of Altar Thunder's Reverse Life. Perhaps it condensed from resentment beneath thunder's punishment, a manifestation of Altar Thunder purging and cleansing itself. Who knows where Mingying obtained it?"
Xu Xuan fell silent for a moment. He could have activated his Clear Qi and dissolved the Turbid Tear.
For now, however, he refrained from acting rashly. Instead, he used his