"Experience does not guarantee everything, and neither does aptitude. Those cultivators born with spirit bodies may not have much experience, yet haven't they still entered the Nascent Soul Realm? Five Spirits Hermit had Five Spiritual Roots, yet didn't he also enter the Nascent Soul Realm?"
Wang Changsheng did not agree with Wang Qingling's view, his face full of worry.
Wang Huaxiao had already failed. Hopefully, Wang Mengbin would succeed!
Wang Mengbin's experience was indeed somewhat richer than Wang Huaxiao's, but Wang Changsheng did not dare say for certain that Wang Mengbin would definitely enter the Nascent Soul Realm.
Thunder rumbled without end as bolts of Silver Lightning poured down. The entire valley was flooded by blinding silver thunder light. The ground shook violently, dust billowed into the air, several peaks trembled fiercely, and countless rocks rolled down from the stone wall.
After the time it took to drink a cup of tea, the thundercloud was still more than a hundred zhang wide. Amid a tremendous roar, it transformed into a Silver Giant Tiger over thirty zhang in size, diving from the sky and plunging headfirst into Wang Mengbin's cave abode.
Rumble!
After an earth-shattering bang, two mountain peaks suddenly exploded, turning into dust that filled the sky. Thick smoke churned as a powerful shockwave blasted countless flying sand and rolling stones away.
The flying sand and rolling stones were stopped by an invisible force as soon as they came within a hundred zhang of Wang Changsheng's group, unable to advance any further.
After a while, the smoke and dust dispersed. The valley had been razed flat, and the Thunder Apricot Spirit Tree had been blasted into fragments by the Thunder Tribulation. Silver wood chips lay scattered over the ground, flickering with faint spiritual light.
Wang Changsheng, Wang Qingling, and Ye