Moreover.
The final Heavenly Tribulation cannot be evaded like the tribulations faced by cultivators of other realms, through formations, treasures, or other means. It must be directly confronted with the physical body, deciding success or failure in an instant.
"Here it comes!"
Chen Sansi's roar sounded like a dragon, resounding through time.
He opened his arms, drawing the bowstring, channeling the newfound power of a quasi-emperor throughout his body, transforming into a radiant arrow of cause-and-effect severing and destruction, actively meeting the fiercely striking Mystic Purple Divine Thunder!
"Boom——"
The lightning collided with the arrow light.
Lightning was chaotic, time frame misplaced, and that patch of void seemed like disturbed flowing sand, constantly twisting, folding, and disintegrating. Finally, amidst an unwilling hum, the Mystic Purple Thunder Cloud dissipated in a thunderous roar.
