After that, cultivators would face the true test.
Above the sky, the dark clouds, thick as ink, loomed overhead, and then the seventh heavenly thunderbolt slashed straight down from their midst...
In a quiet instant.
Outside Wanfa Peak, several figures emerged.
They gazed with grave concentration at the tribulation clouds above Wanfa Peak.
Cui Daqi, Qi Yan, Wei Rong, Ling Weizi, Hu Zaixi...
And in the skies above the Wanxiang Sect.
Within the depths of the three halls, eyes came to rest on Wang Ba.
Even higher up.
In Taihe Palace, numerous eyes looked down at Wanfa Peak, their expressions complex and indecipherable.
Yet Wang Ba paid no attention to these onlookers.
His gaze, neither sad nor happy, calmly watched the rumbling tribulation clouds above.
"The last one..."
The tribulation clouds brewed.
He too was making his last preparations.
Inside his Dantian, a Golden Core, round and full, the size of a goose egg, was spinning ceaselessly.
