"Ah!"
Tantai Yan let out a scream.
With that scream, the projection of the Holy Lord's true form, condensed from his heart's blood, instantly collapsed. His tightly shut eyes snapped open, and bloody tears poured from them.
Before he opened his eyes, his fingers frantically traced lines across the ground before him, sketching an outline resembling a mountain range. But his fingers trembled so violently that the outline became severely distorted.
"I saw it! I saw it!"
He raised his sleeve and wiped the bloody tears from his face, then turned toward the visibly tense Lin Mo. His voice trembled. "The Holy Lord seems to be formed from condensed sinister yin energy. The pressure of his life force is immense."
"No being like this should exist in our world. He... he must have descended from the Upper Realm. His strength must exceed Spirit Transformation. He may be at Tribulation Transcendence!"
What?!
Lin Mo shuddered from head to toe. Xue Qingcheng and Hai Beier were equally horrified.
Tribulation Transcendence?
That was a terrifying realm attainable only after transcending the tribulation and ascending. How could such a being appear on the Divine Continent?
After all, although beings from the Upper Realm could strike across realms, they had to pay an enormous price. Descending into the lower realm in their true bodies was harder than climbing to heaven; they might even be forcibly erased by the will of the Heavenly Dao during their descent.
Yet the Holy Lord had not only descended successfully but had also fought the Primordial Antiquity Cultivators. Though he remained sealed to this day, his vitality was clearly terrifyingly strong, and he had not perished.
In fact, merely the pressure of the life force emanating from his true body had severely injured Tantai Yan, who was at the Nascent