Changtian spoke softly, "With the great tribulation looming, there must be no room for error. He forced himself to envision the Supreme Forgetfulness, striving for a heart undistracted." Nangong Zhen, after all, was an expert at the Transcendance Tribulation Stage and naturally knew well what was important and what was not.
Nangong Zhen sat quietly in the valley, seemingly oblivious to the fact that he was the focal point of everyone's attention. The spectators also watched silently, not making the slightest noise. This bizarre spectacle seemed as if it would persist forever.
As stars shifted positions, a night passed. The next morning, as the first ray of sunlight appeared from the east, Heavenly Tribulation finally arrived.
The first strike of tribulation thunder came down without any warning.
