The Heavenly Tribulation was just a trial to stop the unworthy from becoming True Immortal; it was also a baptism to shed the mortal husk and forge the True Immortal Body.
Since City Lord Baschmi missed out on the baptism, his immortal ascension could only be considered half completed.
"Sir Albion…"
City Lord Baschmi seemed like he was about to cry.
Without the True Immortal Body, he was still a mortal with a limited lifespan, even if he could refine and use divine energy.
"What's the matter?"
Albion descended in a new fresh set of silky black clothes, feeling refreshed and delighted with his harvest.
"You don't look happy. I blocked the Heavenly Tribulation, and you are still alive. Shouldn't you be happy?" Albion asked.
The problem was that he blocked the Heavenly Tribulation TOO well.
"I'm still a Half-step True Immortal… I didn't get enough baptism to forge the True Immortal Body…"
