Thousands of miles away,
the Yao Guang Saint Lord stood in the void. His divine sense flowed like water, penetrating the killing formation to observe the events unfolding at the Heavenly Mechanism Tower.
When he saw Li Yun standing at the entrance of the tower,
his heart sank slightly.
“Is the Tower Lord of the Heavenly Mechanism Tower about to take action?”
“Does he truly have the ability to break a Saint King-level killing formation?”
The Yao Guang Saint Lord's expression remained blank, but his eyes were locked onto the Heavenly Mechanism Tower. He watched as Li Yun slowly extended a single finger beyond the tower's threshold. Yet, no terrifying pressure emanated from him.
“Looks like it was a false alarm,”
he thought with a faint sigh of relief.
In this world, whenever anyone made a move, it was accompanied by earth-shaking momentum. No one could act without causing fluctuations in their true essence. The lack of any such phenomena seemed to confirm his suspicions.
“What is the Tower Lord doing?”
asked Mo Heng, the Elder of the Heavenly Demon Palace.
He was equally puzzled, his brows furrowing as he watched the events within the formation unfold.
Before he could make sense of it,
a sudden and inexplicable sense of dread surged from the depths of his soul.
This feeling, devoid of any apparent cause, made his hair stand on end. His body felt as if it had been plunged into icy water, and an overwhelming terror loomed over him, as if a great calamity was imminent.
Something was wrong.
Terribly wrong.
“Why would we, standing outside the formation, feel this way?”
he wondered, his mind racing.
Could someone else be targeting them?
That seemed unlikely.
Their plans had been meticulous. Even the five formation masters working for them didn't know their true identities. As long as he and the Yao Guang Saint Lord kept silent, no one could trace this back to them.
Once the Tower Lord of the Heavenly Mechanism Tower perished, this operation would become an untraceable secret.
“Something feels… off,”
Mo Heng muttered, his thoughts in turmoil. He instinctively looked up—
And his face changed drastically.
At some unknown moment,
the sky had become a gathering storm.
From all directions, pitch-black clouds had converged, forming an ominous black sun above the heavens.
“Heavenly Tribulation!”
Mo Heng cried out in shock.
At such a time, a Heavenly Tribulation appearing was nothing short of absurd!
While tribulations varied in intensity, weaker ones could be dismissed with a casual swipe by someone of his cultivation as a Saint. However, this tribulation was immense, spanning tens of thousands of miles!
In comparison, their Saint King-level killing formation was utterly insignificant, like a candle before the sun.
This tribulation,
its scale alone rivaled that of an Emperor's Tribulation!
Even more terrifying,
the range of the tribulation continued to expand. What had been tens of thousands of miles grew to nearly a hundred thousand miles in a matter of moments!
It was as though some extraordinary presence lay hidden here, and the heavens sought to utterly annihilate it, even if it meant destroying everything within tens of thousands of miles.
“Is the Tower Lord ascending to become an Emperor?”
The thought struck Mo Heng, spreading like wildfire in his mind.
He exchanged a glance with the Yao Guang Saint Lord, and both saw the shock reflected in the other's eyes.
Could the Tower Lord truly be a Pre-Emperor?
If they had provoked such a being, it wouldn't just spell their own doom—the factions behind them wouldn't be able to protect them either.
At this point,
the only plausible explanation for such a terrifying tribulation was that the Tower Lord was undergoing an Emperor's Ascension Tribulation.
Using an Emperor-level tribulation to counter a Saint King-level killing formation might seem like overkill—akin to using a cannon to swat a fly.
But neither of them were the Tower Lord.
They had no way of knowing what he was thinking.
“Boom!”
A deafening roar erupted from the heavens.
The oppressive black clouds churned, descending ever closer to the earth, pressing down with a suffocating weight.
The sheer magnitude of this power, a manifestation of divine wrath, settled in the hearts of everyone present. None could escape its grasp.
“Crack!”
A deafening explosion shattered the silence.
A bolt of ink-black lightning descended from the heavens, slamming into the Saint King-level killing formation with devastating force.
The formation cracked instantly.
The five formation masters trembled violently, coughing up blood as they were flung backward.
With just one strike,
before the tribulation had even fully descended, the Saint King-level formation was on the brink of collapse.
“Leave immediately!”
the Yao Guang Saint Lord barked,
realizing the gravity of the situation.
Lingering any longer would mean being swept into the Emperor's Tribulation. With his cultivation as a Saint, even a mere brush with the tribulation would result in grievous injury.
“Boom! Boom! Boom!”
As the two turned to flee,
endless lightning rained down. The black sea of lightning engulfed tens of thousands of miles in an instant. This was an apocalyptic tribulation of unparalleled terror, possessing the power to annihilate all.
Anyone witnessing it would tremble uncontrollably.
“No…!”
A scream erupted from nearby.
The five formation masters managed only a single cry of despair before a lightning bolt struck, reducing them to ashes in an instant.
Against this tribulation,
they had no means of resistance.
Ironically,
the killing formation they had set up now acted as a barrier, shielding Great Wasteland City below. But the formation was visibly crumbling and wouldn't hold for much longer.
It could shatter at any moment.
“We can't stay here!”
the Yao Guang Saint Lord said gravely.
Just as he spoke, before he could act,
the tribulation clouds underwent a shocking transformation.
The black lightning turned crimson.
The clouds turned into a sea of blood, churning and roiling above the heavens.
Within the blood-red clouds,
an apocalyptic aura swept across the land. Even the most powerful cultivators couldn't help but feel insignificant, their souls trembling with fear.
No matter how high one's cultivation,
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