The sky was clear and boundless, yet Pei Yuhang could hear the rumble of thunder echoing from the void.
VMMMM—
A distinct spatial fluctuation rippled through the azure heavens. Vast stretches of pitch-black clouds abruptly blinked into existence, appearing out of the blue.
It was like a drop of ink falling into a large vat of clear water.
As the black clouds spread and bled across the sky, a glance upward revealed that the heavens in a hundred-li radius had turned a suffocating pitch-black, a darkness so heavy it seemed ready to crush a city.
'The clouds of a Golden Core Thunder Tribulation can actually reach a scale of a hundred li?! How can the Thunder Tribulation be this massive!'
For Cultivators, the greater their talent, the greater the scale and intensity of their Celestial Tribulation. This was a shackle set by the Divine Spirits in ages past.
