Mount Shouyang,
Bayijing Palace.
Taishang's eyelids twitched.
Amidst the chaotic flow of magical power, the Eight-Trigrams Furnace shuddered with a groan and spewed a cloud of black smoke, instantly ruining the entire batch of precious Nine-Turn Golden Cores.
Yet,
Taishang could not spare a moment to lament. He sprang to his feet.
"Pingxin has attained the Dao!"
The emergence of a new Sage, for better or worse, would drastically alter the landscape of the Great Wilderness—especially at the crucial juncture of the Conferment of Gods Tribulation.
Immediately following this,
the awakening of the Earthly Dao made Taishang's expression even more grave.
As Heavenly Dao Sages,
their interests were bound to the Heavenly Dao. The revival of the Earthly Dao was by no means a good thing for them.
"Troubled times!"
Worry etched itself across Taishang's face.
He had a premonition that this tribulation would be far more terrifying and perilous than any that came before it.
Chapter 227