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It seemed that this scene was a result of Bloodthirst's inability to suppress the Vitality within, leading to the arrival of the thunder tribulation.
However, everything was part of Yan Zhen and the others' calculations. Who feared Bloodthirst's thunder tribulation the most? Aside from the other ten Cultivators present, the Heterodox crowd merely watched with interest.
The aura around Bloodthirst continued to rise, battling against the might of the tribulation. Even more terrifying was the anomaly discovered by the Star Sea.
Stars shattered, strange lights flickered, and soon a rumbling echoed throughout the Star Sea. Before long, this space began to fracture.
The area of destruction was not large, but every Cultivator present felt a deep-seated fear within their hearts.
At their level of Realm, they instinctively reacted to signs of fortune and misfortune.
Yet, Gu Qianchou and the other ten Cultivators had no time to heed these ominous signs, for Bloodthirst's thunder tribulation was already affecting them.
They felt their Vitality churning within like molten lava; if they did not release it soon, they would be burned alive.
The Essence within them began to boil. This sensation was all too familiar; for hundreds of thousands of years, they had been engaged in an unyielding struggle against it. They quickly sought to release this feeling while simultaneously fearing it.
Yan Zhen and his companions fought with purpose, aiming to compress their movement space as much as possible. Though the battle was fierce, they never gave up. Finally, when they managed to confine their opponents within a hundred-mile radius, Shallow Into Night and Sorrowful White Hair erupted, forcing Bloodthirst's momentum wide open and inviting the tribulation.
This was a risky move, but also a ruthless one.
Because they would face the same danger. Each member of the Heterodox crowd on the scene was at least at six transformations or above—six times the suppression. Compared to Gu Qianchou and his companions' hundreds of thousands of years of suppression, it seemed pale in comparison; however, in terms of quality, both were not far apart.
Bloodthirst's tribulation could also bring about their own calamities, but they possessed a trump card that their opponents did not—Zhe Yu Pei.
As the Bloodthirst calamity struck, a piece of jade suddenly burst forth from the bodies of Yan Zhao and the other fourteen individuals, hovering above their heads and radiating a hazy light that enveloped them.
At the same time, the Thunder Dragon appearing above the starry sea diminished as the Zhe Yu Pei emerged. However, in that instant, Gu Qianchou and others were still able to sense the aura emanating from Yan Zhen and the others. It was then they realized that their opponents were suppressing their own cultivation just like they were.
"Seize their jade!" Someone among the ten suddenly exclaimed. All eyes focused on the oppressive jade.
It became clear to them what the function of the jade was.
However, Yan Zhen and the others charged toward the heart of the thunderstorm as soon as the jade burst forth. To seize the jade, they too had to swim against the current of the thunderstorm.
Everything had been calculated; Zuo Dao had dug a deep pit waiting for them, and unexpectedly, they had jumped right in. Now, escaping would not be so easy.
The eleven Thunder Dragons above the starry sea had already formed, exuding powerful Tribulation Energy, with lightning flashing and crackling throughout the space.
Attempting to transcend this calamity in such an environment was utterly impossible. Zuo Dao had long recognized this fact; forcing these individuals to Transcend Tribulation was also his covert suggestion, especially since they had designs on his women. Zuo Dao was never a good person, particularly when it involved those who targeted his own.
The idea of seizing the jade had become impractical; they never expected that Yan Zhen and his group would dare to plunge into the Calamity Cloud. Although they could avoid disaster, enduring such thunderous might was beyond what an ordinary Cultivator could withstand.
Lightning flashed and thunder roared, weaving arcs of light across the azure starry sea. It was a roar of fury, emanating powerful and terrifying waves.
Every world has its own rules; no one can easily break them unless that person is strong enough to destroy the world itself.
The Great Celestial Domain could indeed be destroyed, but it was certainly not something Bloodthirst and his companions could achieve at this moment. Perhaps if they continued their cultivation journey, they might reach such a Realm, but certainly not now.
The clouds were as dark as ink, pressing down upon everyone like a massive stone on their hearts, suffocating them with an overwhelming sense of oppression.
"I'm done holding back," one of the eleven spoke up.
They all understood that within this confined space, if any one of them encountered trouble, the others would inevitably be dragged down with them.
At that moment, they realized that what they had dismissed as mere Cultivator could actually achieve this level of power.
Deadly Strike.
It could be a Deadly Strike, forcing them to leave this place. This should have been a good thing, but unfortunately, they had yet to find their way out.
They quickly distanced themselves from one another. Although gathering closer would amplify their strength, it would also enhance the power of the thunder tribulation. They wanted to escape, but this starry sea was already sealed by the Dao Prison. Unless they could break through it, they would remain trapped. But if they had that capability, they wouldn't be hiding like frightened mice.
The Thunder Dragon roared towards them, its gaping maw resembling a black hole, exuding an aura of darkness that made it feel as though the world itself was shrouded in shadows.
As its jaws closed lightly, it swallowed them whole as if they had willingly offered themselves up; everything felt so natural.
The dark clouds loomed over the ten Thunder Dragons, refusing to disperse. Roars of fury echoed from within the dragon's belly, a testament to the final struggles of those trapped inside.
Only Zuo Dao, who had been watching coldly from the sidelines, knew that these individuals were beyond hope. The path of the Great Celestial Domain could not kill them, but its self-protective measures were far more complex than a simple tribulation.
While this realm could not slay them, it could certainly exile them.
When the Thunder Dragon appeared, Zuo Dao sensed a powerful spatial force emanating from it.
The reason the Great Celestial Domain was called such was that it was a fragment of the Ancient Immortal Realm. Yet even this fragment was not something a mere Celestial Immortal could provoke lightly.
Half a day had passed, and the dark clouds above the Thunder Dragon slowly dispersed. Eleven Thunder Dragons transformed into a constellation of stars, merging into the sea of stars, and then vanished without a trace; it was the fusion of space. Dao forcefully carved out a spatial tunnel, banishing the eleven cultivators into the void without affecting the Great Celestial Domain.
As for where they would drift to in the end, Zuo Dao could not know. If they were lucky, they might find a path to another realm, or perhaps perish in the endless river of time and space.
"Daozi, I feel my tribulation is approaching," Yan Zhen said as he returned to Zuo Dao's side, gazing thoughtfully in the direction where the Thunder Dragon had disappeared.
Not only him, but everyone else also sensed their impending tribulations. Looking at these people, Zuo Dao knew that this day would inevitably come.
He could not ask them to suppress their cultivation indefinitely; doing so would not only ruin their paths but also leave indelible marks on their hearts, which would be extremely detrimental to their cultivation.
"It seems that Senior Brother has already reached the ninth transformation of his profound skill," Zuo Dao smiled; it was a good thing.
He had initially planned to take everyone away using the Nine Monoliths after finding a way out of this realm. However, he now realized that his thoughts were selfish.
Each person had their own path to walk. While he could pave the way for them, it might not necessarily be the path they wished to take.
Yan Zhen's words, though merely indicating that his tribulation was near, carried a hint of farewell that Zuo Dao could discern.
Since joining the Drunken Old Man's sect, Zuo Dao had forged deep friendships and an unspoken bond with these senior brothers and sisters. A single glance or word could convey profound meaning.
Separation was inevitable; it was just that this day had come too swiftly.
"I really miss the days spent with Master!" A hint of nostalgia flickered in Zuo Dao's eyes.
"I'll try to delay it as long as possible; I’ve just begun to stabilize my progress," Yan Zhen said, looking at his junior brother with a twinge of reluctance in his heart.
"Big Brother, it's nothing." Zuo Dao patted Yan Zhen's shoulder. "I've already found that path. Don't forget we are all disciples of the Master; we share blessings and bear hardships together."
Teng Chong, Ping Yu, and others silently watched from the side.
"Alright, among us six, you're the most promising one. But I am still your Big Brother, and I will shield you from everything." Yan Zhen laughed as he turned to leave.
"I will appear when that path reveals itself."
"Big Brother..." Yan Zi was about to step forward to catch up, but was stopped by Yan Hong.
"Let him go."
Everyone present fell silent.
What a broad background it was, what a magnificent shoulder it bore. Yan Zhen had always played the role of both father and brother in the Sitting Forgetting Sect. Since they entered Zuo Wang Peak, he had been taking care of them, never once considering himself.
Now this person was about to walk his own path because he knew that these former junior brothers and sisters had already grown.
"Let's work hard too!" Zuo Dao looked at that figure, his eyes involuntarily becoming a bit moist.
Since the beginning of Two Women Transcend Tribulation, everything had happened so suddenly yet seemed so natural.
The appearance of Gu Qianchou and others did not affect Zuo Dao and his group; instead, it brought them a great gift.
Zuo Dao needed to find a place to enter seclusion; he needed to digest what he had gained during this time and carefully plan the path he was about to take.
A world was beginning to beckon to him, but he did not want to rush into it recklessly. This was not just his own matter; it was a significant issue for everyone.
The departure of Yan Zhen forced him to reflect on his recent actions. He had thought he could give these people some space, only to realize that the emptiness he imposed upon them was of his own making.
If he did not know his senior brother's temperament so well, he would have believed that Yan Zhen had grown dissatisfied with him.
At that moment, he couldn't help but turn his gaze toward the Seven Unruly Disciples and the Nine Flows Generation.
Had he made a mistake?
He understood that if he did not resolve this inner turmoil, it would lead to even greater confusion in the future.
"Daozi, I'm tired. I'm going back to the Nine Monoliths to rest. I also want to check on those two girls," Yan Hong said, stretching lazily, looking quite adorable.
Seeing that others were also expressing their desire to return and rest, Zuo Dao smiled; this was what true friendship looked like.
"Alright, let's head back together."
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