High above the Ninth Heaven, thunderclouds spread like ink.
The sky seemed to have been torn open. Endless black clouds churned as thunder roared and gathered within them, transforming into purple-gold dragons of lightning, each a thousand zhang long. With claws bared, they seemed ready to devour the lone figure below.
He was a man dressed in a dark black battle robe, his long hair loose and his features sharp and cold as a blade. He stood alone high above the clouds, with an endless sea of clouds beneath his feet and the Nine-Nine Heavenly Tribulation about to descend above him.
