"The aura of a Heavenly Tribulation, is someone crossing a tribulation?"
The two brothers were taken aback.
They had just been discussing the potential strong figures in this world and now they were sensing the aura of a Heavenly Tribulation.
"Judging by the intensity of this tribulation aura, it should be the Golden Core Tribulation.
Looks like there’s a cultivator over there crossing the tribulation, preparing to form the Golden Core."
The man in a gray robe perceived it and understood in his heart.
"Golden Core Tribulation, it seems the one crossing the tribulation has considerable cultivation talent. This Small World has only just started reviving, and already someone can form a Golden Core."
"Every world has its share of immensely talented individuals, even a Small World. It seems this person crossing the tribulation is the pride of this Small World.
Of course, it could also be an ancient figure who has accumulated for many years, just waiting for the world’s revival."
"Senior brother... shall we go and take a look?" The young man in a white robe looked at the man in a gray robe.
"Alright, perhaps we can gather some intelligence on this Small World."
The man in a gray robe did not refuse and nodded.
"If it is truly a talented genius, perhaps we can take them as a servant, or maybe capture them and sell them to other sects for a nice profit," the young man in a white robe chuckled sinisterly.
The man in a gray robe said no more. He urged his mana, and the Void Ship immediately transformed into a stream of light, speeding swiftly in the direction of the tribulation aura.
At the Holy Mountain, the Second and Third Saint Masters both wore worried expressions.
"It’s already five Tribulation Thunders, and the Tribulation Cloud still hasn’t dispersed. Could there be a sixth?"
The Second Saint Master was full of concern.
The Third Saint Master, watching the thunder light accumulating in the sky, also looked grim.
"But our elder brother is about to reach his limit."
The Second Saint Master’s gaze turned towards the First Saint Master beneath the Tribulation Cloud, whose whole body was charred black. The vestment robe made from precious materials was tattered, and his breath was weak, looking miserable and pathetic.
"At this point, there’s nothing we can do but trust in our elder brother, and besides, look at his state, he doesn’t appear powerless."
The Third Saint Master said with determination.
Beneath the Tribulation Cloud, the First Saint Master, whom his brothers were worried about, had bright eyes.
He watched the thunder light in the sky gather once more, not the least bit afraid; instead, he was filled with joy.
The more Tribulation Thunders descended, the deeper his accumulation.
As long as he successfully crossed the tribulation, the path of cultivation would be smooth ahead!
"Bring it on, I want to see just how deep my potential truly is!"
The First Saint Master absorbed the vitality qi emerging around him, resolutely observing the Tribulation Cloud flickering with bright thunder light.
It seemed as though the Tribulation Cloud had heard the First Saint Master. Reaching its limit, it struck down with another bolt of Tribulation Thunder.
This sixth Tribulation Thunder was much thicker than the previous ones.
The emitted power felt suffocating to the Second and Third Saint Masters not far away.
Facing the Tribulation Thunder, the First Saint Master’s eyes shone brighter as he formed a spell with his hands. Once again, a massive Earth Dragon emerged from the ground to meet the Tribulation Thunder.
This time, the Earth Dragon conjured by the First Saint Master was much larger than before.
Even the details had become much more vivid, with clear scales, and its eyes seemed to hold spirit light.
Evidently, after the baptism of the previous five Tribulation Thunders and absorbing a large amount of vitality qi, the First Saint Master was also undergoing some transformation, becoming more adept in his spell use.
However, despite the increased power of the Earth Dragon, it was shattered upon contact with the sixth Tribulation Thunder.
The power of the Tribulation Thunder itself was hardly depleted as it continued to crash towards the First Saint Master with destructive force.
As it was about to reduce the First Saint Master to ashes, a thick earthy yellow light shield emerged from within him, enveloping his entire body.
The Tribulation Thunder struck the earthy yellow light shield solidly, and in an instant, a massive amount of thunder light scattered and roamed, covering the surrounding area of a hundred zhang.
The Second and Third Saint Masters couldn’t help but exclaim.
The dazzling thunder light, alongside the destructive aura of the Tribulation Thunder, made them refrain from releasing Divine Soul Power.
Thus, for a moment, neither could determine the situation inside.
After more than ten breaths, the thunder light dissipated, revealing a scene of devastation in front of them.
The ground was charred everywhere, pitted and uneven, with no intact spot in sight.
Yet they paid no attention to this; they focused immediately on the figure in the center of that scorched land.
Seeing the figure on the ground, like a piece of charcoal, with nearly vanished vitality, the Second and Third Saint Masters cried out again.
At the same time, panic filled their hearts.
Could elder brother have failed the tribulation crossing, unable to withstand it?
With anguish in their hearts, they still dared not rush over, for fear of affecting their elder brother’s tribulation crossing.
Moreover, the Tribulation Cloud still lingered, leaving them anxiously waiting in place.
Fortunately, after a few more breaths, the charred First Saint Master suddenly moved, his breath gradually rising, then he suddenly flipped and sat up.
"Elder brother, you’re alright?"
The Second and Third Saint Masters were overjoyed.
"Not dead yet." The First Saint Master replied.
He extended his hand, and in his palm was a Treasure Bead broken into several pieces, earthy yellow in color.
"I didn’t expect even a High Grade Treasure couldn’t withstand the power of the Heavenly Tribulation," a hint of heartache flashed in the First Saint Master’s eyes.