Seeing all the disciples stop, no longer daring to fly closer, and some swiftly turn around and leave, Wei Zhongran did not reprimand them much.
Watching others form their Golden Cores or Nascent Souls was an instinct for cultivators. Who would not want to gain more benefits?
In truth, which of these disciples did not know the rules? Yet, in those few breaths, their instincts as cultivators had still driven them to fly over.
"All right, senior brother, activate the sect's grand formation. I can guard him here alone!"
Wei Zhongran spoke to Mo Qing.
Mo Qing nodded, then flew higher into the sky, an ancient formation disk already appearing in his hand.
But just as Mo Qing had risen about a hundred zhang, something unexpected happened. Fierce winds suddenly swept through the sky that had only just cleared.
Then, on the distant horizon, ink-black clouds churned and boiled once again. In mere moments, they surged toward the Wangliang Sect.
Wei Zhongran and Mo Qing's expressions changed drastically at this sudden sight.
"Senior brother, what is going on?"
Wei Zhongran had not spent as long in the Nascent Soul Realm as Mo Qing. Unable to understand what was happening, he immediately looked up and asked him through voice transmission.
Mo Qing hovered in midair, his expression equally uncertain.
"I don't know either. A second Heavenly Tribulation? I've never heard of such a thing!"
Mo Qing felt a chill down his back. He had never even heard of anything this strange.
"Didn't the tribulation essence qi already appear? Li Yan's aura has also reached the Nascent Soul Realm. Though it hasn't stabilized yet, how could we be mistaken about that?"
Wei Zhongran immediately flew to Mo Qing's side. Watching the ink-black clouds surge like tides from every direction and arrive above