The Seclusion Chamber was located in the clouds above the Golden Peak.
Mo Tian flew up. The air crackled with lightning—Tribulation Lightning.
"He's undergoing the Sky Immortal Tribulation," Mo Tian realized.
In the center of the storm sat an old man with skin like bronze. Sect Master Aurum.
He was struggling. The lightning was tearing at his defenses. He was bleeding gold.
"One last bolt..." Aurum gritted his teeth. "If I survive this, I become a Sky Immortal!"
Suddenly, a shadow blocked the lightning.
Aurum looked up.
A young man in black armor floated above him.
"You look busy," Mo Tian smiled.
"Who are you?!" Aurum roared. "Get away! The Tribulation will target you too!"
"I know," Mo Tian said.
He looked at the massive bolt of Purple-Gold Lightning forming in the sky. It was powerful enough to vaporize a city.
"That looks tasty."
Mo Tian flew into the lightning bolt.
"Heaven-Devouring Art: Tribulation Eater."
He intercepted the bolt meant for Aurum.
BOOM!
Mo Tian's body convulsed. His scales cracked. This was Sky Immortal level energy. It hurt.
But his Chaos Nascent Soul laughed, spinning wildly to digest the chaotic energy.
Aurum watched in horror. "You... you ate my Tribulation? You stole my baptism?!"
Mo Tian floated down, smoke rising from his skin. He burped a spark of electricity.
"It was a bit dry," Mo Tian admitted.
Aurum trembled. Without the baptism of the final bolt, his breakthrough was incomplete. He was stuck in a Pseudo-Sky Immortal state. Unstable. Broken.
"You ruined my path!" Aurum screamed. "I waited three thousand years!"
He charged. "Profound Gold Art: Midas Touch!"
He touched Mo Tian's chest.
Mo Tian's armor turned to gold. His skin turned to gold. The paralysis spread instantly.
"Turn to statue and die!" Aurum shouted.
Mo Tian stood there, a golden statue.
Then, the gold cracked.
"Chaos Law: Reversion."
Mo Tian exploded out of the gold shell.
"Nice trick," Mo Tian grabbed Aurum's wrist. "But Chaos has no form."
"Void Breath."
Point blank range.
ROAR.
A beam of black energy blasted Aurum's face.
The Sect Master flew back, half his face melted off.
"I am... a god..." Aurum gurgled, trying to regenerate.
"You were a bank manager," Mo Tian corrected.
He appeared above Aurum. He summoned the Heaven-Splitter.
"Horizon Art: World Eater."
He swung down.
The sword cleaved Aurum in two.
Mo Tian didn't let the pieces fall. He grabbed the Nascent Soul (which was trying to evolve into a Golden Soul) from the corpse.
"Almost Sky Immortal," Mo Tian inspected the soul. "Good enough for a snack."
He swallowed it.
[Devoured: Pseudo-Sky Immortal.] [Energy Level: Overflowing.] [Current Realm: Nascent Soul - Stage 5 (Chaos Grade).]
The storm clouds dispersed.
The Sect Master was dead. The Treasury was empty. The Ascenders were rampaging.
The Profound Gold Sect had fallen.