Eastern Wasteland, Taiyi Immortal Sect.
Centered around a certain crimson high peak, countless five-colored spiritual lights floated in the air within a radius of several hundred li, like stars scattered across the heavens.
On a mountain peak planted with exotic flowers and strange grasses stood a cyan stone pavilion at the mountain top.
Xu Zihua and Ximen Feng stood within the stone pavilion. Ximen Feng's face was filled with worry, while Xu Zihua remained calm, his gaze fixed intently on a patch of black thunderclouds high in the sky.
After more than thirty years in seclusion, Wang Mingren had finally drawn down the Nascent Soul Thunder Tribulation.
At the mountain top of the crimson high peak stood a crimson palace with shifting red light. Inside a secret chamber, Wang Mingren sat cross-legged on a prayer mat, his eyes slightly closed and his features somewhat contorted, as though he were enduring some kind of pain.
At this moment, he was undergoing the Inner Demon Trial.
The inner demon was the greatest hurdle in Nascent Soul Formation. If he could overcome this trial, his chances of forming a Nascent Soul would be high.
In a desolate valley, Wang Mingren, Wang Qingling, and Wang Qiuming were besieging a ruddy-faced Red-Robed Elder.
The Red-Robed Elder held a red banner over a zhang long in his hand, releasing sheets of crimson flame to shield himself.
A White Giant Python as thick around as a man's waist opened its bloody maw and spat out more than a dozen white ice cones.
With a muffled boom, more than half the crimson flames around the Red-Robed Elder scattered apart.
A sharp whistling filled the air as a vast swarm of reddish-golden arrows shot in from every direction, striking the Red-Robed Elder's protective spiritual light. His protective spiritual