"A tribulation? Now?" Lin Mo's voice carried a mix of disbelief and exasperation as he steadied himself with Yu Qingyan and Wu Meiyu's help. He read and heard about that kind of tribulation where a cultivator had to face a heavenly lightning tribulation.
Looking at Xiaoyu, whose aura was already spiraling upward like a storm gathering strength, Lin Mo was finally convinced it was truly going to happen.
The crowd's murmurs rose into gasps as the air around her crackled with spiritual energy.
Her tattered store uniform fluttered as if caught in an invisible gale.
Rumble!
Above, the night sky churned. The moon and stars were covered as dark clouds rolled in from nowhere. Their edges flickered with arcs of silver lightning.
The Tower's still-shining obsidian spire seemed to hum in resonance, its foreign energy amplifying the tribulation's intensity.
The cultivators at the base of the Tower instinctively backed away.
