Pfft!
Whoosh!
Three quarters of an hour later, the Crimson Fire Lightning Tribulation was still wreaking havoc high in the sky. Had Chen Yang not personally laid down restrictions around Clear Sky Peak, all the spiritual mechanisms and Dao essence in this stretch of heaven and earth would have been churned into a pot of porridge.
Yet after such a long stalemate, the Dao art fluctuations that had originally vanished without a trace once more spilled out from within the tribulation.
The True Intent Cultivators from every side keenly caught this fluctuation with their divine senses, and delight appeared on their faces.
For the appearance of this sign meant that Yang Lingshu had endured the most perilous stage of this tribulation and was beginning to slowly turn the tide, taking the initiative in this contest.
This deadlock continued for roughly another quarter of an hour before Yang Lingshu's aura visibly began to gain the upper hand. The faint, intermittent shadow of an azure bamboo Dharma manifestation also gradually emerged.
Rumble!
Yet just as he was about to break through this tribulation, another crimson bolt of lightning suddenly plunged from the tribulation clouds above.
"This!"
"How could this be?!"
"Before one wave had settled, another had risen. What a vicious Seven Killings Tribulation!"
Including the True Intent Cultivators from every side, everyone present to witness the ceremony revealed shocked expressions at this sight.
Ordinarily, when cultivators underwent Tribulation Crossing to prove the Dao, there would be an interval between each tribulation—a chance for the one crossing the tribulation to catch their breath.
Moreover, most of the time, the next tribulation would descend only after the previous one had completely dissipated.
In the records of the past several thousand years on the Candlan Continent, aside from a few ancient sages and mighty