In the sky above the Fengjia house, or over the ten-mile Fengjiagang, more and more pitch-black clouds poured out, as if the Tianhe River had burst its embankment and the heavenly water was pouring out, but what was pouring out of it was not the water of the Tianhe, but the pitch-black clouds that flashed purple arcs.

The Heavenly Tribulation was still brewing, and there was no earth-shattering sound coming out, only the pitch-black calamity clouds slowly expanding in the sky, but this silent silence made any cultivator who could feel its presence feel depressed.

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