One year.
Two years.
Three years.
...
In a blink, seventeen years had passed.
It was in this year.
Within Yang Ji's sea of consciousness, lightning flashed like a sea, and thunder gleamed.
His cultivation had reached the Nascent Soul Third Realm, drawing forth the Heavenly Tribulation, a tribulation especially targeting the Primordial Spirit.
His Primordial Spirit sat in the sea of consciousness, full and lustrous, brimming with energy, with holy light shimmering behind his head, as resplendent as a lamp from the Immortal Realm, illuminating heaven and earth, piercing through the Sea of Thunder.
Boom boom boom!
Thunder roared within the sea of consciousness, echoing deep within Yang Ji's soul.
His Primordial Spirit suddenly raised its head to look up at the Heavenly Tribulation.
In the sea of consciousness, dark tribulation clouds surged with the hiss of electric discharge, as countless blue arcs of lightning chaotically writhed within.
