Heavenly Tribulation filled the sky, with dark clouds spreading across tens of thousands of miles of starry sky.
Within those bolts of azure-purple lightning, there existed things far surpassing the power of order. These were the rules, the thunderous Heavenly Punishment rules, continuously brewing and accumulating power.
Jiang Ding, under the load of the Immortal Sect Army's sixth-order combat support system, no longer appeared as confused and unconscious as he used to be.
He could directly gaze upon the destructive rules of thunder, yet he harbored no thoughts of confrontation, instead, he felt even more fearful, acutely aware of the vast gap between himself and Refining Nothingness level.
It was a type of power, the power named Rules!
Without mastering this power, no matter how profound your foundation is, it will be pierced through by the rules, fragile as paper.
