Meanwhile.
In an unknowable domain where the Immortal Realm did not exist.
There lay a towering Tribulation Sea, like the source of myriad tribulations.
Rumble...
Tribulation power tore the sky apart.
The Thunder Sea stretched without end.
Countless rays of tribulation light surged deep within the darkness, as though ancient worlds were endlessly collapsing and being born anew. Thick bolts of lightning descended from the void, one after another, piercing the entire Tribulation Sea and setting it flickering between light and darkness.
Above this endless tide of thunder.
An immense shadow slowly swept past.
He was a Giant Spirit.
Shaped like a goshawk.
When he spread his wings, they spanned the Tribulation Sea, as though he had quietly unfurled a stretch of sky.
He flew very slowly.
Yet covered vast distances.
With each beat of his wings, the depths of the Tribulation Sea silently parted. Thunder tides that had surged for ages receded beneath him, while tribulation lightning as thick as mountains fell on either side, exploding into countless shards of light.
Heaven and Earth roared.
Yet the Giant Spirit remained serene.
His wings swept over the Thunder Sea, and countless rays of tribulation light dissolved into tiny, flowing glimmers at their tips, like stardust slowly scattering through the dark night.
Seen from afar.
His figure was solitary and vast.
Like an ancient star that had traversed the ages, slowly crossing this Tribulation Sea.
Lightning continued to fall.
Heaven and Earth continued to tremble.
Yet the Giant Spirit pressed onward.
One beat of his wings.
He passed over the thunder tides.
Another beat.
He crossed the Tribulation Sea.
Tribulation light rose and fell endlessly behind him, like a sea of stars stirred from its stillness.
But he was already receding into the distance.
Leaving only an ancient trail stretching across