The majesty of the Heavens, she understood as the pressure of the Divine;
And this power of the Dao, she understood as the power of primordial rules;
Suddenly, the thunder spots bloomed, dozens of them condensed into a thick silver-white lightning, crashing straight down towards that figure below!
At the onset of the Heavenly Tribulation, lightning strikes first!
That figure surged with battle intent, initially brimming with confidence, without any hesitation, directly confronting the Heavenly Thunder, continuing to ascend step by step.
It seemed as though he would pierce through the heaven;
As though the clouds were mere mountain mist.
The thunder struck again, each strike stronger than the last;
The cultivator bled, letting out a long roar, revealing his profound Daoist prowess, the imposing presence of a Mahayana Realm expert engulfing the heavens!
