A rumble of thunder rolled down from the high heavens. A thick bolt of Silver Lightning tore across the sky, carrying an aura that could destroy everything in its path as it shot straight toward the Red Palace atop the mountain top.
The Red Palace suddenly burst with dazzling red light, and a dense Red Light Curtain appeared. The Silver Lightning struck the Red Light Curtain, as though it had crashed into an impregnable wall of bronze and iron, and abruptly scattered.
Before long, the second Thunder Tribulation bolt came crashing down. An even thicker bolt of Silver Lightning tore across the sky and shot straight toward the Red Palace.
Time passed bit by bit as bolts of Thunder Tribulation descended one after another.
Wang Changsheng stared intently at the thunder cloud high in the sky, worry showing in his eyes.
Tens of thousands of people in the Lineage were his descendants. Wang Changsheng could not possibly look after them all. He could only care for those closest to him and those with decent talent. Otherwise, if he went into seclusion for several hundred or even a thousand years, he would have no idea how many descendants would pass away. He would not even be able to finish mourning them all.
Wang Qingcheng and Sun Yuejiao hurried over as well. Wang Qingcheng's injuries were no longer serious, though he still needed to recuperate quietly for some time.
"Qingcheng, are you feeling better?"
Wang Changsheng's face was full of concern.
"Thank you for worrying, Father. I'm fine now."
Wang Qingcheng shook his head and looked toward the thunder cloud high in the sky.
The three of them stared intently at the thunder cloud, worry showing in their eyes.
After the time it took to finish a cup of tea, the thunder