The surface of the Earth seemed to be high up in the sky. Dark clouds converged, and lightning turned into a sea, forming a whirlpool. It was of all colors, and it emitted an extremely terrifying aura.
At this moment, they were like Meng Qi’s figure. They shattered like bubbles and slowly dispersed, leaving behind a scene that seemed like the end of Grand Master Pei’s dream.
For a moment, Pei Daotong, whose heart was as firm as a rock, really thought that he had fallen into the enemy’s illusion. How could there be a lightning tribulation in the world where one step at a time could allow one to ascend from the perfected first tribulation to the “Creator”realm within six breaths?
There hadn’t been such a thing in the past, and it was almost certain that there wouldn’t be such a thing in the future!
