The great wurms of the dread desert were terrified. The skies were boiling in a rage as lightning smashed in all directions causing glass sheets to form meters thick. They had no warning nor did any of the wicked enclaves that were watching their defenses be ripped apart.
If it was the attack of a cultivator, there would be hope of finding the source and stopping it, but it was the Heavens themselves unleashing the lightning.
Any that had heard of the legends knew what they were seeing.
It was an ascension tribulation. Some random cultivator had chosen to become a Sky Realm in the midst of several wicked groups and it was exposing them to death from divine retribution!
If they knew how close they were to the truth, it would only infuriate them more.
