In the blink of an eye, a day and a night passed.
When the last pitch-black burial immortal thunder pillar, spanning the heavens and earth, was completely devoured and resolved by the vortex of Destiny Domain's laws, the surging ink-colored tribulation clouds finally began to slowly dissipate.
Within a million miles of the Tribulation Realm, dead silence replaced the previous violent roar, leaving only the desolation and barrenness in the aftermath of the tribulation, with every inch of land etched with the marks of destruction.
The originally undulating peaks of ten thousand feet collapsed and shattered entirely, transforming into heaps of charred rocks, stacked into an endless sea of stones; on the ground, endless fissures crisscrossed, unfathomably deep, with traces of pitch-black thunder patterns remaining within, exuding a bone-chilling aura of extinction, scorching the air so much that a single inhalation would be enough to shatter the Divine Soul of an ordinary cultivator.
