Spring passed and autumn came, and seven hundred years went by.
Amethyst Crystal Island grew dim beneath the evening sky.
A massive thunder cloud floated high in the sky, blanketing the heavens in darkness as thunder serpents writhed wildly within it. Silver Lightning rained down one bolt after another, resembling a sea of thunder, its momentum astonishing.
Wang Qingfeng stood atop a steep high peak, gazing into the distance.
He had already entered the Void Refinement Middle Stage. After all, he possessed a Dual Spirit Root, yet he was still more than a thousand years slower than Wang Qingcheng.
Wang Qingshan was undergoing the Grand Heavenly Tribulation. This was his second Grand Heavenly Tribulation.
Wang Qingshan had entered the Void Refinement Middle Stage earlier than Wang Qingcheng, presumably because he had encountered some fortuitous opportunity. Otherwise, his cultivation speed could not have surpassed that of Wang Qingcheng, who possessed a Heavenly Spirit Root. Still, it was nothing unusual. Everyone had their own opportunities.
Time passed bit by bit. The thundercloud continued to shrink as Silver Lightning tore across the firmament one bolt after another, resembling a meteor shower of silver and heading straight toward a gigantic valley.
Thunder rumbled, waves of air billowed, and dazzling silver thunder light illuminated the entire Amethyst Crystal Island.
After the time it took to finish a cup of tea, the thunder cloud had shrunk to just over a hundred feet.
The entire gigantic valley had turned into scorched earth. Black smoke rose in waves from the ground, which was pitted and uneven, with flames burning in some of the craters.
Wang Qingshan stood on the ground, enveloped in a silver light screen. His face was slightly pale, and a pale azure Shield floated before him. Dozens of tiny cracks covered its surface, and its