The lightning's power had already reached the peak of the Early Sainthood Realm, while Cui Ranqing and Ancestor Qingyan had only just crossed the threshold into Sainthood.
Before that terrifying lightning, these two experts were no different from children babbling their first words.
Ding! Calculation successful! Current power: peak of the Early Sainthood Realm. Power rising... Current power: Middle Sainthood Realm...
Listening to the system's measurements gave Lin Yu a headache. The lightning's power had already soared to the Middle Sainthood Realm. How could Cui Ranqing and Ancestor Qingyan possibly endure it?
"No wonder the Eastern Wasteland hasn't produced a Saint in a thousand years. Reaching Sainthood is far too difficult!"
"I can't let these two die, no matter what. Otherwise, what will become of our earlier terms?"
Over the past few days, Lin Yu had more or less finished planning the future city districts. If Cui Ranqing and Ancestor Qingyan failed their tribulations, his city-building project would have to be postponed!
At that thought, Lin Yu could no longer sit still. He would lend them a hand again.
"System, unlock the Primordial Hall's permissions and activate the Primordial Platform's projection ability!"
Ding! Unlocking permissions... Permissions unlocked successfully! Preparing projection... Projection preparation complete! Projection successful!
Boom!
Two bolts of lightning descended in succession. Above the pitch-black clouds, two dragon heads emerged. Countless streaks of lightning had actually given birth to dragon forms.
Below, Cui Ranqing and Ancestor Qingyan both wore bitter expressions at the sight. Resisting ordinary lightning already required every ounce of their strength, let alone this!
It seemed they would fall today.
The countless experts watching from afar sighed as well. Cui Ranqing and Ancestor Qingyan had no chance of turning things around. They would probably meet their end beneath this terrifying lightning today.
Hum...
The terrifying lightning descended, its brilliant light illuminating half the Eastern Wasteland. A tremendous tremor spread outward from above the mountain range, making half the Eastern Wasteland shake.
Some experts even closed their eyes, unable to bear watching what lay before them.
Hum...
Click...
The sound of a compass turning rang out.
"Ten-thousandfold pressure!"
A terrifying presence descended from above. Many found that voice somewhat familiar, and when they looked up, excitement appeared on all their faces.
At some unknown moment, a white-robed phantom had appeared above the dark clouds. Its features remained indistinct, but its posture, seated upright in a chair, and its sudden intervention brought the same person to everyone's mind-
The Hall Master of the Primordial Hall!
At this most critical moment, the Hall Master of the Primordial Hall had intervened!
The two bolts of lightning, which had just taken dragon form and flaunted their might, were now pinned motionless by the ten-thousandfold pressure. They lay prostrate beside the Hall Master of the Primordial Hall's feet, looking utterly bedraggled.
"The Hall Master has intervened! The Hall Master of the Primordial Hall!"
Cheers erupted among many cultivators. With the Hall Master of the Primordial Hall here, they somehow felt things would take a turn for the better!
Yet before the cultivators could celebrate for long, their expressions changed again.
The clouds that had been quiet just moments ago suddenly churned violently, rolling like waves.
"This is bad! Outsiders aren't allowed to interfere with a Sainthood tribulation! The Great Dao is enraged!"
"Now this is truly heavenly punishment!"
Above the dark clouds, countless bolts of lightning coiled, taking dragon form one after another. First one, then two, three... until there were ten in all!
Together with the two Lin Yu had already suppressed, there were twelve enormous dragons formed from lightning!
The ten newly formed dragons were even more terrifying than the first two. Not only were they twice as large, but their power had also risen to the peak of the Middle Sainthood Realm!
Roar!
Roar!
Roar!
The ten enormous dragons circled Lin Yu, roaring. Even the two he had pinned beside his feet roared in response. Though they still could not raise their bodies beneath his pressure, they strained to lift their necks.
Rumble...
The Eastern Wasteland shook. The mountain range below actually sank, pressed down by the power of both sides.
Rumble...
The majestic mountain range trembled violently, then shattered outright and dispersed.
Countless cultivators stared dumbfounded at the scene before them, unwilling to utter even a word for fear of missing a detail of the battle.
"So they're Thunder Dragons from another world. Interesting." Even while surrounded and attacked by ten Thunder Dragons, Lin Yu had the leisure to laugh. Looking at the creatures roaring ceaselessly before him, he found them interesting.
Ding! Lin Yu turned the Primordial Compass. The numbers on it kept changing before finally stopping at fifty thousand!
"Fifty-thousandfold pressure!"
Terrifying pressure erupted the instant the compass needle stopped, forcing all ten dragon heads down at once.
"Roar! Roar!" All twelve Thunder Dragons roared, struggling madly to break free of Lin Yu's pressure.
Yet no matter how they struggled, the enormous dragons' movements grew increasingly sluggish. In the end, they were pressed down outright.
Bang, bang, bang...
Ten impacts rang out in succession. The ten later Thunder Dragons ultimately failed to escape the fate of being pinned in the void, falling through midair and lying motionless.
Lin Yu looked down at the twelve Thunder Dragons beside his feet, but the cultivators below saw an entirely different sight.
The twelve Thunder Dragons, each a hundred zhang long, were all pinned in the void, filling more than half the sky. The cultivators felt as though the sky itself had been pressed down, and the atmosphere was intensely oppressive.
Yet this scene was far more stunning than Lin Yu's earlier suppression of the Supreme Sword Sect's elder. In an instant, heaven and earth seemed to prostrate themselves at Lin Yu's feet.
At that moment, the entire Eastern Wasteland fell silent. Countless cultivators looked up at the terrifying scene overhead, their eyes filled with reverence.
Clang... clang... clang...
Sounds rang out from the horizon. Higher in the sky, clouds churned as fresh power gathered toward Lin Yu!
Lin Yu frowned. "This really is endless. I can't be bothered to waste any more time on you!"
With that, Lin Yu turned the compass again. This time, it was a hundred-thousandfold pressure!
Hum...
After the Primordial Compass turned to the number one hundred thousand, a phantom flew out from above it. It expanded as it flew, its radius exceeding half a meter in the blink of an eye.
A faint azure light shimmered over the compass, and a mystic bird beat its wings at its very center.
Boom!
The mystic bird flew straight out of the compass and charged toward the endless thunderclouds. Azure light suffused the entire sky, illuminating the whole Eastern Wasteland in an instant.
The power of lightning was still gathering, but with the azure light already upon it, it could only rush out to meet the attack.