The one sanctuary in the multiverse was not, alas, all that safe. Small chinks had appeared in Nephrite Major’s Dusk, Azure, Crimson, and Argent Provinces. An even bigger fissure could be found elsewhere, one that required nine celestial emperors to seal with their lives—the World Gates. 

Lu Yun had seen the tide of yin spirits in Azure Province for himself. He’d been a powerless bystander as yin spirits tore apart the bodies of immortals and swallowed their defenseless nascent spirits.

And now, he’d personally destroyed the nascent spirit of a primordial dao immortal with the tribulation lightning from a cultivator’s ascension… It gave him a profound sense of crisis.

No matter how strong a cultivator’s tribulation was, it was still a phenomenon activated by a simple cultivator. Once...