Cultivating While Crossing Tribulation

--Please allow me to take a day off. Tomorrow morning's update will be moved to a little after noon, because this volume has entered its final stretch. I need to sort through the outline properly tonight and refine the details.

In but a few brief instants, Shi Xuan had reached the age of senility. He was decrepit and bent, his body saturated with Death Qi. The tiny shred of vitality he had left was like a candle flame in the wind, swaying unsteadily as though it might go out the very next moment.

Countless illusory Great Thousand Worlds had reached the end of their roads. Earthquakes shook violently, volcanoes erupted, savage winds raged, and floodwaters blotted out the heavens. Countless fissures appeared across the land, while the depths of the sea seemed to contain bottomless abysses that swallowed all the seawater in reverse, leaving nothing behind. At last, incessant explosions and sounds of shattering rang out, dragging the surrounding Void Universe with them as stars collapsed one after another, turning into Void Caverns and Temporal-Spatial Storms.

Every corner of the Grotto-Heaven universe was heading toward Destruction, presenting a chaotic scene of the end of the road and the end of days, without the slightest trace of former stability.

Shi Xuan exhausted all his concentration to control time, slowing it and reversing it. Yet the power over time he had made tremendous progress with over these thirty-seven years was utterly useless beneath the impact of that crazed River of Time, no more than a cup of water against a cartload of firewood.

At this stage, many Three Tribulation Mighty Ones without secret arts or secret treasures could only endure bitterly and leave their fate to heaven, hoping that this final force of Great Dao backlash would gradually subside before their