C1397 The Descent of the Killing Tribulation!

Sparkling stars, silver moon without splendor.

This night was bound to be a restless one.

On the peak of East Vast Mountain, huge rocks stood tall, and the night wind rustled. A young man with white hair that draped over his shoulders was sitting cross-legged on a large limestone.

Meng Ran formed a hand seal with both of his hands. Under the guidance of the Ethereal Void Refining Formula