The game begins with a visit to a holy land, only to discover that one's ancestor was a human e

Immediately afterwards, everyone sensed it!

An overwhelming, oppressive divine might pressed down from the heavens.

The feeling it gave was as if a towering figure had them by the neck.

The once joyful and cheerful holy place fell silent instantly.

Everyone stared at the calamity cloud that exuded an aura of world destruction.

Some people were pale and their legs were weak; others clenched their fists unconsciously and trembled.

Those with lower cultivation levels felt a tightness in their chest and shortness of breath, almost unable to breathe due to the oppressive power of heaven and earth.

Even if this wasn't directed at them, the sheer pressure of the prelude to the Holy Tribulation was enough to make cultivators below the Core Formation stage almost unable to stand firm.

"They're here!"

Feng Zhi gazed at the world-destroying calamity cloud that was about to take shape, and murmured to himself.

Bei Shenfeng rose into the air from the main peak, his voice clearly reaching everyone's ears:

"Everyone, sit down on the spot, conceal your aura, and do not use your divine sense to investigate!"

"The Holy Tribulation is beyond your current capabilities, and the tribulation lightning is the most effective against divine sense! Forcibly trying to probe will only damage your primordial spirit!"

"Watch closely, this is the path you will all walk in the future!"

Upon hearing this, the disciples obediently sat down cross-legged on the spot, concealing their aura to the extreme.

At the core, the direct disciples looked at the scene of world destruction with longing yet fear in their eyes.

As far as the eye could see, the entire sky was shrouded in dark clouds, within which thunder dragons surged and churned.

Just looking at them made their hands and feet go numb and their hearts tremble with fear, as if their very souls were being sucked in.

Will they face similar calamities in the future? Can they really overcome them...?

Just then.

A long, hoarse, and frantic howl echoed from the distant horizon.

The sound seemed to explode from the depths of the earth, or press down from the heavens above, piercing through the roaring clouds of calamity and echoing endlessly throughout the entire world.

"I have clung to life for over a hundred thousand years, and today I have finally awaited this day! Come! Let this holy calamity rage even more fiercely! Today I vow to shatter the holy realm!"

Before that long howl had even subsided, another furious roar erupted from another direction:

"The Sacred Realm! If you don't become a saint today, you'll be reduced to ashes; there is no other way!"

Immediately afterwards, a hoarse, aged female voice echoed from the depths of the western mountains, its coldness like that of millennia-old ice: "Thirty-seven thousand years..."

"I have waited for 37,000 years! Today, if anyone dares to stop me from becoming a saint, I will cast them into the Netherworld, where they will never be reincarnated!"

A deep roar echoed from the northern wilderness, as if venting its endless resentment towards the heavens!

"I am not resigned to this; I want to live again!"

This person's resources were clearly much greater; his tribulation cloud range was larger than others, and his lightning was more violent.

As if by prior agreement, the semi-saint ancient monsters from various realms simultaneously triggered their respective holy tribulations.

Within the vicinity of the Big Dipper alone, hundreds of roars could be heard continuously between heaven and earth.

Each sound represents an old monster that has been dormant for countless years, announcing its existence to this world in its own way.

As these sounds rang out, the tribulation clouds in the sky grew thicker and their area expanded continuously.

Eventually, they merged into one, enveloping the entire boundless and majestic Ziwei Star.

Feng Zhi stood at the highest point of the Big Dipper, his eyes brimming with divine power, his expression solemn as he surveyed the world.

According to his judgment, the range of those tribulation clouds was mostly between 30,000 and 50,000 li.

The smallest is a little over 30,000 li away, while the largest groups are approaching 55,000 li away!

The larger the range, the deeper the foundation and the greater the accumulation of the tribulation cultivator; correspondingly, the tribulation lightning that strikes down will be even more terrifying.

Feng Zhi silently compared the two in his mind.

He had read in ancient books that the Holy Tribulation would change depending on the strength of the person undergoing the tribulation.

The normal range of a holy calamity is... approximately between eight thousand and sixty thousand miles.

Those below 10,000 li (approximately 5,000 kilometers) either lack a solid foundation or sufficient resources, relying solely on the accumulation of time to reach their current level.

For such people, the tribulation is basically just a formality; it will dissipate on its own after only a few lightning strikes.

It belongs to the kind of combat power units that are used for comparison by the world.

Those who can travel more than 30,000 li are already among the best of their generation.

That would require someone who is at least a prodigy of the Six Forbidden Realms, and who has spent countless years immersed in the semi-saint realm, to possibly extend the scope of the Saint Tribulation to this size.

As for beings that can travel more than 60,000 miles... those are beyond the description of even the most talented!

That's a prodigy of unparalleled talent among teenagers!

At the Half-Saint realm, they have already touched the threshold of the Eight Forbidden Realms. Their Saint Tribulation is enough to make the world within a radius of hundreds of thousands of miles change color!

Now, the hundreds of holy tribulation thunderclouds he sees cover an area of ​​between 30,000 and 50,000 miles.

What does this mean?

This means that none of these old monsters were able to rise to their positions simply by enduring the passage of time!

"Just as I expected!" Feng Zhi thought to himself.

To be able to cultivate into a half-saint in an era when the laws of heaven and earth were so weak that even saints could not be born...

They might even find the divine object that seals them within themselves!

Such fortune and methods... none of them are simple!

Each of them was a prodigy of the sixth or seventh level of the imperial examinations, and each of them had left behind a glorious reputation in their respective eras!

However, their era was too barren, and heaven and earth did not allow them to take the final step, so they chose to seal themselves off and lie dormant until this life.

And now, these old guys who have been suppressed for so long have finally found their stage.

"It's not easy..."

Amidst the deafening roar of thunder, several ancient whispers echoed from the depths of the Beidou Sacred Land.

Everyone turned around and saw that several hunched figures had appeared in the direction of the ancestral land.

They were four withered-looking old men.

He was wearing tattered robes whose original color was no longer discernible, and they were covered in dust, as if he had just crawled out of the ground.

Their eyes were burning with a golden light even more intense than the lightning bolts striking their heads.

One of them glared at the crowd, his voice hoarse yet carrying an unfathomable air of authority: "What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen an old person go out before?"

Wang Batian was the last to step out, still looking like he was about to fall asleep.

But if you look closely, you'll find that the sharpness in his eyes, which is usually hidden, is now completely exposed.

He looked at the four old men and grinned, "Brothers, have you been waiting long?"

One of the gaunt old men snorted but did not answer; he simply looked up at the overwhelming, sky-covering clouds of calamity.

The voice of Kitakami Kaze rang out again.

This time, his tone carried an unprecedented solemnity: "Activate the Imperial Array."

He and the chief monks of each peak joined forces at the summit to perform a complex hand seal.

"Buzz..."

The Myriad Transformations Imperial Weapon deep within the sacred land trembled slightly.

An ancient and vast aura of imperial power emanated from the deepest part of the ancestral land, enveloping the entire holy land.