Not far from the Southern Border of Dali, several powerful figures of Dali, observing the gradually dissipating tribulation clouds, each with different expressions, quietly retreated.
The Crown Prince of Dali, with a tinge of confusion in his eyes, noted the grandeur when the heavenly tribulation appeared. Anyone who wasn't blind could see that it was at least a cultivator of the Third Tribulation crossing.
Moreover, it had to be one who walked the righteous path, one who had cultivated uprightly, to encounter such a dazzling heavenly tribulation.
So everyone was just there for the spectacle; no one had any intention of intervening.
If it weren't for the unique identity of the one crossing the tribulation, even if the tribulation clouds expanded into Dali's territory, the people of Dali would have just ignored it.
After all, in this world, the number of strong cultivators of the Third Tribulation could be counted on one hand, and everyone had to go through this once.
