The silver-white virtual image above Qingxi Market had not dissipated yet, when the sky suddenly darkened.
The originally drifting pale silver clouds were replaced by thick black tribulation clouds. The clouds crackled constantly, as purple thunder light wandered between the cloud gaps, reminiscent of a giant dragon in hibernation.
Each flicker caused the spiritual qi between the heavens and earth to tremble violently, with a rustling sound echoing from the forests a thousand miles away—the Celestial Thunder Tribulation had begun to nurture.
The tribulation clouds gathered thicker and thicker, pressing down like heavy ink, making it hard for people to breathe.
Under the clouds, an invisible pressure made cultivators retreating to hundreds of miles away all summon their defensive magical artifacts, looking pale at the sky, and someone couldn't help but mutter:
