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Time flew by, and another three years passed.
At the Silver Sky Island dormitory, dark clouds loomed, lightning flashed, and thunder roared. The terrible Nascent Soul Tribulation's oppressive might enveloped a defense range of hundreds of miles, while creatures quivered in fear, their world darkened as sunlight was obscured.
Boom!
The first bolt of green-violet lightning fell, silently dissolving space, easily penetrating mana domains and shattering the shields of Nascent Soul Monks, pulverizing their spells into dust, leaving no trace.
Such Heavenly Might,
posed a tremendous crisis even to an Immortal of Nascent Soul, directly facing it meant complete obliteration, with both body and Nascent Soul annihilated.
"Nascent Treasure Tribulation..."
Jiang Ding watched from outside the lightning tribulation, silently gazing at the sky and the radiant sword below, as resplendent as the sun itself—a Bluegold Flying Sword.
