The sound wasn't just thunder. A crushing pressure dropped over the entire sect like a blanket of gravity.
Lan Xia's knees buckled slightly. "What the hell..?"
Back at the sect, a dozen elders were forced to come and witness with their eyes. One grand elder snapped to his feet, his face went pale as he watched the cloud. "This rumble! That's not a mortal tribulation!" he hissed.
Even the Sect Leader stood up with a sharp breath. "That's the Sky-Judgement Bolt. It hasn't appeared in the last five hundred thousand years anywhere in the plane of existence…"
"Let's go, Pavilion Master. We have to see this…" Grand Elder Qianxu said, turning into specks of light and disappearing from the sect grounds.
Back at the mountain, Lan Xia was on her knees, as if she had lost her will to resist.
Far above the snow-covered cliffs, the heavens growled with malicious intent. The clouds twisted and raged like a beast denied, building toward the final judgment.
