Over the Feng Family residence, or perhaps it would be more accurate to say over Shili Fengjiagang, more and more black clouds gushed out; It was as if a Heavenly River had burst its banks, with heavenly water flooding in reverse. However, what surged out was not the water of the Heavenly River, but black clouds shimmering with purple arcs of lightning.
The heavenly tribulation was still brewing. There were no earth-shattering sounds, only the black tribulation clouds slowly expanding in the sky. This silent stillness was deeply oppressive to any practitioner who could sense its presence.
"City God His Highness!"
"Do not look, do not listen, do not speak, do not move."
The City God of Yongning merely glanced at the tribulation clouds swirling in the sky above Feng Family Hill before completely sealing off his domain. At this time, the county's ghost gods also cooperatively began to practice restraint, perfectly accustomed as this was far from their first time.
