Lyralei and Seraphina's bodies went slack at the same time.
In that instant, both of them clearly sensed it—
The spiritual energy within their bodies had completely stagnated.
Meridians silent. Dantian sealed. Even the faintest circulation was impossible.
They were no different now from ordinary physical cultivators who had never stepped onto the path of spiritual cultivation.
"Ethan!" Lyralei clenched her fists tightly, frost covering her beautiful face as humiliation and fury surged together.
"Okay, Daddy!"
Solara answered crisply.
She ran over without hesitation, and swiftly tied the two of them up. Her movements were neat and practiced, without the slightest mercy.
Boom—boom—boom—!
At that moment, dark clouds rolled across the heavens.
Thunder roared.
Silver lightning twisted and coiled within the clouds, illuminating the night sky like writhing dragons.
"The Supreme Tribulation is about to begin."
Ethan lifted his head and looked toward the sky, his voice low.
