At this moment, every prodigy who was still alive felt an immense sense of oppression, but they couldn't bring themselves to hate him.
After all, everyone knew perfectly well what karma had led to this scene.
Hate? It wasn't that they felt no hatred, but that it was utterly meaningless.
The strong were strong, and the weak were weak. If they died at the hands of the Hell Celestial Tribulation, they could only blame their own lack of strength.
On the ground, corpse after corpse was bombarded by the Thunder Tribulation. They quickly turned black, blasted until not even bones remained—a truly tragic sight.
...
Ye Tianling sat quietly cross-legged in the Void, his entire body bathed in the light of the Thunder Tribulation.
The celestial punishment had not ceased, striking Ye Tianling's body again and again.
