And on the Seven Islands, in the Sad Snow Garden, when the jade pendant on Luo Jiujiang's chest shattered, Luo Cang, who was originally sitting in meditation, suddenly moved his eyebrows.
The next moment, the spiritual energy flowing through his meridians, which was at a critical juncture, suddenly sped up several times! As if his body couldn't bear the pressure, his face turned red and blue. Between Luo Cang's eyebrows, a small snake, only as thick and long as an adult's little finger, began to appear under his skin.
In the blink of an eye, Luo Cang opened his eyes. Perhaps because he had suddenly left his body, his pupils were emerald green the moment he opened them.
Dark clouds were slowly gathering over the Snowy Garden, their oppressive mass seeming to pile up layer by layer onto the ground. Within the thick clouds, tiny flashes of lightning flickered.
The jade pendant had transmitted to Luo Cang the final scene before it shattered, the image of the rift in the sky that Luo Jiujiang had witnessed. As for the secret realm's current state, Luo Cang didn't need to investigate, or even raise his head, to sense that the small world had been shattered into countless pulverized particles by the turbulent flow of space.
The plants, rocks, and even humans in this world will not have a better fate than this world.
His disciple...Jiujiang...
A cultivator in the Qi Refining Stage had no other way to survive the turbulent flow of space and time in the universe except for the legendary dragon roar, phoenix chant, and unicorn language. Luo Jiujiang didn't possess such a thing.
He did have an alien friend, but even if he drained the blood of that angry man, he might not be able to save the life of Luo Jiujiang, a Qi-refining cultivator.
In other words, his beloved disciple died outside the Seven Islands where he was born and raised, and his body was never found.
Luo Cang felt a heart-wrenching pain!
He had also sensed the secret realm with his spiritual sense. The spiritual energy was barely enough, but there was no need to worry about its safety. Otherwise, how could he let Luo Jiujiang go and close a death barrier by himself?
Once the jade pendant he gave Luo Jiujiang was activated, no one below the Nascent Soul stage could touch him. For a tiny, remote place like Qidao, Luo Jiujiang possessed a magical weapon like this, which was more than enough for him. Even if he moved up two worlds, he wouldn't be in danger... However, the destruction of the entire secret realm was completely beyond Luo Cang's expectations.
Why did the entire secret realm suddenly collapse?! What on earth happened in the secret realm during his retreat?!
Luo Cang's suspicions flashed past Han Qianling, only to be consumed by his own fiery rage. Even if Han Qianling was from the Nine Clan and the son of wrath, even if he could conjure up ten brothers, he wouldn't be able to pull off such a scene. The sudden destruction of a secret realm wouldn't happen by coincidence; it was only fate playing tricks on him.
The clouds were as black as ink, and electric arcs rose and fell in the clouds like spirit snakes. A huge thunder seemed to be brewing in them.
The elders of various families who were taking a break on the Hawksbill Turtle Island had not yet recovered from the shock of their secret realm's sudden shattering, when they saw this scene in the sky!
One of them knew a little about Luo Cang's situation and asked in a trembling voice, "Clan Leader Luo, could this be the one from your clan..."
Chief Luo was deeply concerned about his youngest son, and nodded absentmindedly upon hearing this.
"Oh, such a severe calamity cloud! This mighty being must have reached the Nascent Soul stage..." an old man exclaimed, his beard trembling. His eyes widened, and his voice trembled. "Just watching from afar, my heart and soul tremble uncontrollably. I wonder if that mighty being can make it through safely."
With each passing moment, the oppression of the calamity cloud grew. Just a moment ago, the elder had been able to chatter away, but now he was breathing heavily and could barely breathe.
"More than Nascent Soul," the man beside the old man said with a grim expression. In the entire Seven Islands Small World, he was the only one to have reached the Golden Core stage. But with his current level of cultivation, he could only barely utter those four words. The next moment, as the calamity cloud fully formed, everyone in the hall simultaneously, under some kind of pressure, prostrated themselves on the ground!
Under this thundercloud that was as big as a dragon or a sea dragon, everyone on the seven islands, from the white-haired old men to the little ones who were just one month old, were trembling like a sieve!
At this moment, under this thundercloud that has captured the minds of everyone on the Seven Islands, only the protagonist targeted by this thundercloud can still sit quietly in his wheelchair, not even paying attention to the sky. He just bends his body slightly, with his right hand tightly grasping the left collar of his shirt.
The flickering lightning in the sky and the threatening thunder seemed to have nothing to do with him at this moment.
He remembered the sentence of being doomed in his childhood, the blurred bodies that lost their last bit of warmth in his palms, the curse-like declaration of the old world master before the tiny spirit snake was implanted into his body, the voice and smile of the person who always broke his heart, and the look on Luo Jiujiang's face when he insisted on the four words "life is priceless" not long ago.
"A star of misfortune..." The four words rolled around on his tongue, and he chuckled softly as if he found it funny. "If there really is a disaster, it should only be directed at Zhen Shuangliu. He always brings disaster to the people I love. Is he bullying the weak and afraid of the strong, or can't tell right from wrong?"
As he uttered this question, the first thunderbolt as thick as a bucket suddenly struck him on the head!
The first and last thunder tribulations were often the most severe, and most cultivators who underwent them died under these two. Therefore, cultivators would often use formations and spiritual energy to weaken and avoid these two thunder tribulations, intending to survive this pressure from heaven.
However, the man in the wheelchair was unarmed, not even holding a weapon. When facing the first and most ferocious black thunder, he simply raised one hand.
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