Milton Cheney didn't look up at the sky, nor did he glance around.
At this moment, he was sitting calmly above the spiritual vein, waiting for the Heavenly Tribulation to cleanse him.
A slender thread of lightning, as thin as a line, dropped from the dark clouds above and struck Milton Cheney.
In that moment, his body was enveloped in the gleaming lightning, and the purple light cast upon his face, reflecting his serene expression.
"Indeed, just as I expected, it's almost effortless for someone with a Heavenly Spiritual Root to undergo the Thunder Tribulation."
Feeling the first stroke of thunder, Milton Cheney murmured to himself.
When the lightning struck his body, he barely felt a thing.
Even his cultivation method instinctively started to operate, drawing in the power of the Heavenly Tribulation.
However, only a small amount was absorbed, and the rest dissipated directly, since the impurities within Milton Cheney's body were already few to begin with.
