Outside the Reincarnation Dojo, heavenly tribulation descended, shaking the world.
Sun Wukong stood proudly in the heavens, clad in dazzling golden armor, his eyes blazing like fire.
The reason cultivation was so difficult in this Age of Dharma Decline was that the spiritual essence of heaven and earth was insufficient. Breaking through to a major realm required a vast amount of that essence to replenish oneself.
Ordinary cultivators had to set up grand spirit-gathering formations and prepare countless spiritual treasures as resources to make up for the immense amount of heavenly and earthly essence needed after a breakthrough.
Sun Wukong had no such concerns. He swallowed a tenth-rank pill, and the mana around him surged skyward, piercing the clouds.
Though the outside world was blanketed by the aura of tribulation, not a trace of abnormality could be found within the Reincarnation Dojo.
Luo Chen rose and returned to the pavilion, no longer observing the great currents of the world.
What came next would be the most chaotic era the world had seen since the Age of Dharma Decline began.
With two Great Worlds now bordering one another and their territorial domains colliding, the situation had grown even more complex.
With the Dragon Court's collapse, the immense territories it left behind—and its countless inheritances and opportunities—scattered throughout heaven and earth.
When one whale falls, all things thrive.
And in this Age of Dharma Decline, when the resources of heaven and earth were so precious, every faction grew even more frenzied, all wanting to tear off a mouthful of fat from the Dragon Court.
All wanted to seize this chance to soar.
As for the Dragon Court's former powerhouses, they had seized most of its resources and inheritances. Carrying these immense riches, they would scatter across the world—either stirring up conflict or