Thunder cracked.
The sound didn't echo; it boomed, directly into the bones of anyone within miles.
Lan Xia stumbled backward as the wind surged around them. "Gege! What the hell. Are you crazy? You can't just attempt to break through without necessary preparations."
Mark slowly stood up, eyes wide, staring at the sky. "It's alright. I'll survive this tribulation."
Back in the sect…
A massive bell tolled once, low and ancient.
In the Sect Leader's personal chamber, a man with graying temples opened his eyes from meditation. A thin flash of lightning reflected in his pupils.
He frowned. "A tribulation?" he muttered. "In the frozen range? Right now?"
Across the inner sanctum, Lan Yuxuan stood up from her sleep, sensing the shift in the air. "That's no ordinary heavenly tribulation… the cloud density is too high… Who could it be attempting this, right close to our sect?"
