Within the loophole, the Tao rhythm revolved, yet it embodied the path of slaughter. Were the Black-clothed here, these Tribulation Clouds would be the best Cultivation Sacred Land of the All Heavens and Myriad Realms, second only to the Great Sun Tomb.
"Kill one's wife, kill one's children?" Su He pondered, his muscles trembling slightly, as if struggling.
Within the Tribulation Clouds, thunder roared and lightning howled with increasing ferocity, and the intent of the path of slaughter grew more condensed.
Phantasms began to emerge, battlefields, rivers and lakes, blood… just like the rosy stories told by Greater Powers, each was a supernatural phenomenon of heaven and earth.
Kill wife, kill children? Ji Feixue sneered, how convenient it would be to allow that little man of hers to strike at her with a sword, killing two birds with one stone. A single blow could achieve both objectives.
Su He shivered rapidly; heaven and earth cannot fool anyone.
