The Lightning Tribulation Divine Deity's voice reverberated throughout the Second Great Mortal World.
His expression remained indifferent as he stood above the heavens, his golden armor shimmering beneath the violet blue lightning, looking down upon the countless cultivators as if he were observing a group of insignificant insects.
There was not even the slightest trace of killing intent, yet for some reason, that indifference was far more terrifying than any murderous aura.
It was because he genuinely did not care.
To him, the countless lives within the Second Great Mortal World were no different from grains of sand scattered across the ground.
Whether they lived or died made no difference, and neither did it matter whether they resisted or surrendered. The Cleansing would proceed regardless.
That was the decision of the supreme Dao lineages behind him, and who in this world could possibly change their decision?
