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"You and I cannot interfere in the affairs of the world; we can only think about it! Enough! I won't watch any longer; if I do, it might affect this Little Guy's tribulation." Yun Shixiong waved his hand and turned back to the courtyard. Seeing his senior brother leave, Lei Shidi shook his head and followed him inside.
On the open ground, Mo Wen was currently facing the third tribulation. His body was charred black from the electric strikes, and the tribulation lightning and fire surged chaotically through his meridians, coursing through his organs and every inch of his skin. The waves stirred up by the second tribulation in the Divine Sea had yet to settle when the third tribulation descended. The divine tree on the island emitted hissing sounds as it was engulfed in Thunderfire, which cascaded down like a waterfall from the sky, striking the massive leaves. Part of the Thunderfire seeped into the divine tree through its branches and leaves, while the rest crashed down onto the ground, penetrating the white sand and flowing into the Divine Sea. The entire Divine Sea bubbled like a pot of boiling oil, starting to froth with the influx of Thunderfire. Just like before, the Thunderfire did not linger on the surface but quickly transformed into tiny Thunderfire snakes that dove into the Divine Sea, swimming within it and continuously scorching the divine liquid wherever they went.
The sharp pain emanating from the Divine Sea rendered Mo Wen unable to feel any physical pain. He felt like a charred tree stump nailed to the ground, allowing the descending Electric Snakes spitting flames from above to engulf him. The Thunderfire invaded his body, roaming around and refining every corner of it before finally flowing along his meridians into his Dan Tian. Within Dan Tian's gaseous cloud, sparks of lightning formed. As these sparks vanished, so did the Thunderfire that had entered Dan Tian.
In the clouds above, Thunderfire serpents continued to swim around, stirring up turbulence in Jie Yun. The Thunderfire serpents within the Nine Layers of Calamity Cloud grew denser and thicker with each layer, increasingly resembling legendary dragons. After enduring eight layers of Jie Yun, Mo Wen still stood firm on the ground. In the ninth layer of Golden Calamity Cloud, nine Lei Long with golden flames in their eyes stared down at Mo Wen below. They seemed somewhat enraged, roaring continuously; their roars struck directly at Mo Wen's Divine Sea. The Lei Long breathed out long streams of golden flames, which simultaneously formed nine golden dragons in the Divine Sea below them. They gazed at the divine tree beneath them; despite having endured eight previous strikes, it had not withered but instead thrived even more vigorously, continuously emitting black smoke as its original red hue gradually transformed into gold. The entire Divine Sea remained in a state of boiling turmoil, with fine black threads swirling from the seabed to the surface; these threads were instantly incinerated upon contact with Thunderfire.
The Golden Thunder Dragon unleashed flames as it charged toward Mo Wen and the divine tree, intent on obliterating this weak human with a single strike. At this moment, Mo Wen had lost all sensation in his body; even his Divine Sea felt numb. Fortunately, after each strike of Thunderfire, a hint of coolness emanated from deep within the Divine Sea, allowing him brief moments of awareness. He clung to this remaining clarity, but that coolness gradually diminished as the tribulation progressed, threatening to vanish at any moment.
Xiao Hei stood atop a mountain watching as bolts of lightning rained down from above with increasing ferocity. The colors of these lightning strikes were quite beautiful yet unnerving; their destructive power was unimaginable. Every time there was a lull in the lightning strikes, he could catch a glimpse of Mo Wen standing firm on the ground. Although Boss Mo had described an epic battle against Heavenly Tribulation that hadn’t yet materialized, he estimated that enduring just one strike at this intensity would likely be fatal for him. He couldn't help but admire how long his leader had managed to hold on.
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