Moonlight flowed like water, pouring down, resembling smoke and mist, rendering the divine city hazy.
Beside the Dragon Transformation Pool, Ye Fan's gaze was clear as he gazed at the starry sky. He was very quiet, motionless; only his hair danced lightly, his white clothes fluttering.
He uttered no words. The final layer of Heavenly Tribulation has yet to descend, and it's bound to be a storm of violent winds and torrential rain, of monstrous waves crashing against the shore. He remained fully focused and on guard.
Not a single cultivator could remain calm; all were shocked, their clamor piercing the sky, the atmosphere nearly boiling over.
"Has he succeeded in breaking through? I can feel it; he seems to have entered the Four Extremes Secret Realm."
"Is this true? It has been over one hundred thousand years since the sacred body of Ancient Desolation found cultivation difficult. Is it about to break the curse today?"
