Heavenly tribulation of the sinner

"Sect master... What's going on here? Lin Shan, the star hall master, asked in a trembling voice as he gazed in terror at the rolling sky above him.

Zhao Jian had no answer. All he could feel was that the gods themselves had decided to come down to punish them for the most heinous crimes.

The dark heaven above them was shaking violently, and lightning bolts were getting bigger and louder with every moment, as if heralding impending destruction. The abyss that looked like the mouth of a giant beast was inflamed by deep purple, gold-peaked lightning, shaped like angry dragons.

Suddenly, everyone felt the presence of the Hell Judge, Yang Wang, who came down to issue the final ruling to remove them.

"No... No... It's impossible...!" said Ding Xiaowen, master of the Phoenix Hall, in a voice that was unconscious from the horror of what he saw. His memory recalled an ancient sacred script he had read long ago.

Eyes immediately turned to Ding Xiaowen, his face pale like ghosts, as if soul had been taken away from him. the sect master spoke quickly, "You know what's going on, hall master?"

"Sect master, quickly, protect the twilight reflection palace!" shouted Ding Xiawen, trying to pool his forces to get the message across.

Before they could fully understand what was going on, lightning began to head towards the mistress's palace, as if an invisible force was pulling her towards the mistress room of the sect master.

When they saw this scene, their minds evoked an ancient confused memory that had not occurred in thousands of years, which was only mentioned in ancient scriptures.

Zhao Changming, master of the divine eye hall, had his eyes watching the scene with amazement and awe, "You're kidding me, right?" , he said in a trembling voice, while his mind wondered if everything that was happening was real or just a bad dream.

"It's really... The Heavenly Tribulation of the Sinner!" cried out Shane Bolin, master of the divine revelation sword, trying to deal with the dread that crept into his heart, as he witnessed the catastrophe unfolding itself with indescribable brutality.

Lightning gathered over the palace of the sky reflection, and its sounds sounded like the roar of an ancient beast emanating from deep depths. The sparks flying from the tribulation were strong enough to wither all kinds of living things in their surroundings, absorbing their life energy and turning it into ashes within a few seconds. The plants withered and fell, and ponds and rivers dried up as if the end of the world had come to this place a long time ago. weather was saturated with the smell of death and desolation, while the sky was burning with purple and gold colors, a scene like an inevitable nightmare.

A telegram bolt gathered at breakneck speed and turned into a huge one heading towards the twilight reflection palace that hit it with tremendous force.

"You dare!" sect master, zhao Jian, shouted with an angry voice and puffy eyes. Inside the palace was no ordinary person, but his wife, his beloved daughter and... His son he has yet to see.

Sect master set off at lightning speed, bypassing all the masters of the halls before they could take a single step. He stood over the palace of the sky reflection, raising his palm to face the enormous purple thunderbolt. At a crucial moment, a gold seal sprang out from the palm of his hand, radiating a bright light to face the thunderbolt directly.

Boom –

Immense energy rushed in all directions, turning the sky into a spectacular spectacle of intertwined lights. The force of the collision was terrifying, filling the air with a deafening roar. But zhao jian, with his unwavering fortitude, stood up to the catastrophic force, determined to protect his loved ones inside the palace at all costs.

With each charge of explosive energy, the golden light of the seal shone more strongly, countering the purple thunderbolt trying to penetrate its defenses. The place turned into an epic arena for the struggle for survival and protection.

Zhao Jian, sweaty and exhausted, did not retreat for a moment. He felt as if his life energy was being absorbed away by this massive thunderbolt, but he knew that this moment might determine the fate of everyone inside the palace. Steadfastly and persistently, he continued to face the thunderbolt, determined to push it away.

When the masters of the halls realized the gravity of the situation, they quickly gathered around the master of the sect, one hand with him to face the fierce thunderbolt. They raised their hands vigorously, ready to fend off all the energy of the coming.

By gathering the five most powerful people in the sect, they were keen to remove the thunderbolt vigorously and continuously. The energy was fading from them, but despite the weakness, they felt the power absorbing their lives, under the showers of renewed lightning.

zzzzt—-

A thunderbolt larger than before has amassed its forces, heading hard towards the palace, ready to smash everything in its path.

The sect master soon brought out Saber with a golden handle, radiating a bright light that sucked the souls around him.

The masters of the four halls quickly draw their weapons: the spear of the phoenix that glittered in the hands of the master of the hall of the phoenix, a long wide scroll in purple decorated with symbols of ancient monsters with the master of the formation hall, and a long and slender sword pulsating with star symbols that shines like the night sky in the hands of the master of the divine revelation sword.

In the middle of this gathering, the orb ball, which contains an eye without a pupil, is strongly surrounded by the criminal hall master in the hands of the master of the divine eye hall. 

That the four halls master and sect master take out their most powerful weapons at once and at a time meant only one thing: the sect was about to be wiped out of the entire universe.

Boom—

The deep purple bolt landed with all its strength, reflecting the deep and golden color purple, attempting to destroy everything and everyone who dared to defy. The lightning dances in the air like angry snakes, releasing their spark and unstoppably destructive energy. 

"Aaaaah -" In the face of this unbridled danger, the Cult Master, Zhao Jian, made his first move and waved saber sword to the lightning strike to be the first to meet it, riding the massive wave of energy that tries to enter the twilight reflection palace.

"Charge!" shouted Lin Shan, swallowing fear and dread, trying as much as possible to gather energy around him to head off the coming disaster. His eyes began to glow with a faint light, showing both despair and hope, as he tried to move quickly to act. 

At that terrifying moment, lightning showers increased even more, as lightning began to gather around the twilight reflection palace, posing a real danger to the lives of those inside. The huge orb ball, with an eye without pupil, continued to divert its energy, waiting for something to come to launch its power.

Between the mounting lightning bolts and the growing fear, energy continued to flow from the sect master, who continued to use the golden saber. 

At that time, the masters of the four halls gathered around the sect master strongly, joining together as one force to fight against the flowing disaster. Each of them was carrying his lethal weapon.

as the lightning strongly collected, the cloud walls began to shake unusually, as if the heaven itself was unhappy with what was happening.

Boom—

Another lightning, deep purple in color, dropping from the heaven with unequivalent threat, the obvious difference between this thunderbolt and the previous one was the golden lightning bolts that swirled around it like sparkling snakes. Each golden thunderbolt wraps around the sweeping purple thunderbolt in a mysterious pattern, as if it has an independent will, and it sparkles with its bright golden flash as if it surrounds an impenetrable shield.

The purple thunderbolt takes on a terrifying shape and grows in size with each moment, like an old monster waking up from its long slumber to destroy everything in its path. The golden lightning bolts radiate beauty and horror at the same time, expressing their immense power and ancient mythology.

This thunderbolt, in all its frightening and majestic details, was the immediate danger that the twilight reflection palace must face.

Seeing the descending bolt of lightning, the sect master's pupil widened and his face pale as he felt a strong absorbing force and a rage that he could only find in heavenly tribulations of high levels of cultivation.