At that earth-shaking thunderclap, Lin Mo jolted and abruptly raised his head.
Dazzling lightning burst across the firmament, banishing the darkness between heaven and earth.
By its light, Lin Mo could make out a proud, imposing figure standing beneath the storm clouds.
It was a hunched, white-haired old man, skeletal and withered, his body covered in deep wrinkles like the bark of a tree.
He held a rotten wooden cane and stood atop a giant black eagle soaring on beating wings.
Facing the thunder that filled the sky like the twilight of the gods, neither man nor eagle showed the slightest fear. Instead, they brimmed with excitement and fervor.
"This old man has cultivated in seclusion for thirty-six thousand years and finally comprehended the heaven-slaying Dao."
"Heavenly Dao, today I shall slay you and affirm my Dao with this strike, which holds thirty-six thousand years of days and nights!"
"Lingji!"
The old man's voice rang like a great bell, remaining crystal clear amid the thunder resounding through heaven and earth.
With a roar loud enough to halt the drifting clouds, the old man abruptly raised his cane.
As threads of spiritual power gathered within it, the seemingly rotten wooden cane gradually transformed into a radiant longsword that exuded overwhelming might.
The black eagle beneath him beat its wings frantically, as though pouring every last ounce of its strength into helping its master.
Even from a thousand meters away, Lin Mo could clearly feel the terrifying power gathering on the old man's blade. It far surpassed that of an ordinary Tribulation Transcendence True Person.
For a moment, excitement surged through Lin Mo's heart. His gaze filled involuntarily with reverence, and he even felt an uncontrollable urge to fall to his knees in worship.
Boom!
Heaven's will seemed to sense just how