Honghuang: The Whole World Watched Me Weather My Tribulation

At the highest peak of Kunlun, no one has ascended to immortality in eight hundred years. In this age of spiritual decline, spiritual energy has run dry and the Great Dao is severed. I stand at the summit with my hands behind my back, waiting to be struck by lightning, while three thousand cultivators watch in bated breath behind me. The righteous sects, demonic clans, and blood clans are all here; even longtime rivals who usually start fighting the moment they meet have temporarily called a truce. The tribulation clouds churn overhead as I touch the sword at my waist. It’s been eight hundred years. If this strike misses, it’ll be pretty embarrassing.