The spiritual ferment within Vahn's Dantian had reached a fever pitch. The countless Dans of Perfection and the spiritual energy absorbed during his dual cultivation with Empress Flama had pushed his cultivation to the absolute, terrifying brink.
He was not just ready to break through to the Tribulation Realm; he was being violently ejected toward it.
The stakes were too high to risk a failure or a delay. An ascension to the Tribulation Real would summon a Heavenly Tribulation of catastrophic proportions, easily capable of devastating the consolidated Land of Alchemy.
Vahn turned to his five Empresses. "The final preparations are complete. I must stabilize my foundation. Maintain command, and keep the fleets masked until my return."
Vahn did not wait for their farewells. He focused his will, and with a familiar, wrenching spiritual tear, he used the peak of his Void Shattering Realm authority to rip a portal into his own internal domain.
