Under the Clear-Sky Thunderclap, only Han Tiangang remained fully clearheaded, for he controlled the power of the lightning and could feel the resistance from the stone statues most directly.
He knew he had failed.
The moment the stone statues shrank, he knew things had gone badly wrong. It was not merely a reduction in size, but a gesture of submission.
The stone statues were not intelligent beings, after all. They were merely tools for controlling the sandstorms, not the masterminds behind them. Once they showed submission, the Heavenly Dao would not hound them relentlessly, for this had been a hopelessly tangled account from the beginning.
Humans had provoked them first, and inanimate things had retaliated afterward. Countless historical and environmental factors had brought all this about. How could anyone decide whose back deserved the rod?
So the real issue was neither whether he had enough law power nor whether the lightning was powerful enough. It lay in a judgment made in the unseen, beyond human control.
Once the stone statues shrank to the size of ordinary people, these objects endowed with a measure of spirituality had already retreated into a corner. The lightning could press no further. This was as far as it went!
Simply put, the Heavenly Dao deemed the punishment sufficient. For the remaining problems, deeper causes would have to be sought.
The only thing keeping him from stopping was how to salvage his dignity: he needed a plausible explanation for this failure, something that would let everyone know he had done his utmost. This was Heaven's will, not a failure in battle.
Just then, he suddenly felt a slight change in his Clear-Sky Thunderclap, as though something had mingled with it.
Had the heavenly tribulation undergone a fundamental change? Did that mean he could continue?
It had