Shen Zhuochuan saw through her thoughts and chuckled lightly, a rare occurrence in this situation: "This first heavenly lightning bolt hasn't even fully formed yet, but its aura is already terrifying. I reckon it's enough."
Song Tingwan then abandoned the idea, but still prepared the spiritual plants, so she could refine more if needed.
The calamity clouds grew increasingly terrifying, and all forces halted.
Even Chunwu and Venerable Dongming, who were fighting, stopped and looked up at the tribulation clouds above their heads.
"This pill tribulation... can actually affect the speed at which the evil realm ascends..." Chunwu was slightly stunned and somewhat flustered.
Meanwhile, the villains from Yan Yuan, who were watching the show from the sidelines, clicked their tongues and said, "We still have to watch ours."
The dozen or so evil spirits who had barely survived in the Flame Abyss Prison chuckled and then each displayed their unique abilities.
There was a sinister, bloodthirsty figure who casually grabbed the surrounding cultivators and enjoyed drinking their blood and absorbing their spiritual energy.
As they inhaled the fumes, the bodies of the cultivators rapidly deflated.
In the end, only the skin and bones were left to be discarded.
"Master! Over there—"
Baili Xijiang grabbed Song Tingwan's arm and hurriedly waved his hand to release the crimson mist.
But all life had already been lost, and the falling crimson mist had no effect whatsoever.
Song Tingwan frowned and said softly, "It's no use."
The blood-soaked man captured several more cultivators, but this time it wasn't so easy.
The evil realm and the tribulation clouds had attracted everyone's attention, which is why they were able to injure people.
This time, some of the Transcending Tribulation stage cultivators beside Song Tingwan quietly left.
Lord Yan Shan said in a deep voice, "Form the formation."
Yun Qian and his disciples drew their swords and surrounded the villains who had emerged from Yan Yuan.
Subsequently, with the disciples and elders unifying their sword strikes, the Sword Inquiry Sect's sword formation trapped the villains within.
However... a villain imprisoned for ten thousand years is not so easy to deal with.
Those who lacked strength or ruthlessness died long ago in prison and were devoured by them.
The rest, like those raised from poisonous insects, are all Gu kings.
Everyone was fighting, and at the same time, Song Siyao released the footage they had recorded with the recording stone to the public.
The scene depicted Wutong Mountain littered with corpses, and the image of cultivators' souls being forcibly extracted and their memories burned to create ghost cultivators.
Among those corpses were even many of the once-proud and talented individuals who had vanished.
Those people were brought back by Zewu out of jealousy.
Countless people rose up, including the parents and friends of those who died violently.
Chunwu and his son easily dodged, but the fighting continued, resulting in injuries and deaths.
Baili Xijiang and the people from Fengchun Dan Sect were extremely busy with this.
Song Tingwan remained in the same spot, waiting to undergo the Core Formation Tribulation.
No one in the Six Realms had ever seen such a sky-covering, sun-obscuring calamity cloud.
This is comparable to the tribulation clouds of ascension and tribulation.
Every time Venerable Pillow Sleep made a move, it shocked them all once again.
This also greatly excited countless alchemists.
Shen Zhuochuan, Yan Shanjun, and others were more concerned about the evil realm.
The tribulation clouds expanded at a slower and slower pace, with lightning flashing and thunder roaring within them. The pressure of the heavenly thunder grew heavier and heavier. As the intensity of the storm increased, everyone beneath the tribulation clouds stopped fighting without anyone noticing.
It seemed as if some unspeakable entity was hiding in the clouds of calamity, quietly watching them.
Everything has nowhere to hide.
The Song sisters stood side by side, looking straight at the calamity cloud.
They felt an instant and genuine closeness.
Song Tingwan smiled, clearly noticing that after He's spying, the evil realm that had been about to emerge had obediently hidden itself again.
I don't even dare to flash anymore.
The half of the sky that had darkened slowly returned to clear skies.
Zewu's white clothes were already stained with his own blood. He struggled to walk to his father's side, using his sword for support.
"Father, what should we do now? Didn't He say He would help the evil realm descend? How could this be!"
In order to open up a new world, he even lost the good reputation he had maintained in the cultivation world for hundreds of years.
If the evil realm doesn't open, He won't protect them...
Zewu's face was grim; he couldn't bear to think about what would happen to him and his son.
Venerable Chunwu also looked unwell.
"Don't worry, there's still a way to open the evil realm."
"What method—"
The father and son's conversation was drowned out by a thunderbolt that fell like a pillar from the sky.
Song Tingwan channeled spiritual energy towards the alchemy cauldron with both hands; the first bolt of heavenly lightning was still manageable for her.
Although it looked terrifying, she didn't actually feel any pressure.
Song Tingwan glanced around at the Tribulation Transcending cultivators, who all seemed to be resisting some kind of force.
She understood in her heart that she had been favored by Heaven.
Such a powerful tribulation of pills fell without causing any pain or discomfort.
Three terrifying, unprecedented tribulations of pill-refining energy were unleashed.
Those villains lay prostrate on the ground, utterly powerless against the righteous force of the heavenly thunder.
"Heaven's grace is boundless, cleansing the six realms of evil spirits."
Lord Yan shouted, and with him as the leader, everyone bowed in the direction of the slowly dissipating tribulation clouds.
The unseen power of faith drifted upwards into the sky, strand by strand.
Song Tingwan turned around and looked at Chunwu and his son, who seemed to be planning something.
Flip with bare hands.
The continuous stream of cinnabar mist from the Shennong Cauldron drifted in all directions.
The fragrance of cinnamon wafts through the air.
It swept over everyone.
The consumed spiritual energy and injuries have been restored.
The ghostly energy, which was unaware and unaffected by the strange fire, distorted itself for a while after the cinnabar mist fell.
All the people saw was ghostly energy swirling and drifting about.
But gradually, more and more ghostly energy condensed into its original form.
Until they remember who they are, they can only be a mindless mass of ghostly energy.
Being able to solidify into human form is truly a life saved.
She was even luckier than Wu Ling, who had slowly recovered her memories little by little with the help of elixirs.
Some people wept with joy at the return of a lost loved one, while others were thrilled to have their friends' lives saved.
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