Spring passed and autumn came, and sixty years went by.
Wang Changsheng sat cross-legged inside the stone pavilion, his eyes slightly closed and his body utterly still.
After a while, Wang Changsheng opened his eyes and slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.
A deafening peal of thunder came from high above. The originally clear sky suddenly darkened, and a huge black cloud appeared overhead.
The black cloud churned violently like boiling water, its area continuously expanding.
Before long, the thunder cloud covered a radius of ten thousand miles. Lightning flashed and thunder roared, silver snakes of lightning dancing wildly and creating an intense feeling of oppression.
A clap of thunder rang out, and a Silver Lightning streaked across the sky like a meteor, striking toward Wang Changsheng.
Blue light blazed across Wang Changsheng's body as he punched out.
With a muffled boom, the Silver Lightning was shattered by Wang Changsheng's fist, and his arm felt slightly numb.
Wang Changsheng swallowed two Myriad Manifestations Pills, further strengthening his physical body and increasing his strength considerably.
Soon, the second bolt of the Thunder Tribulation struck down.
Wang Changsheng flicked his sleeve, and the Azure Lotus Creation Cauldron flew out. Just as the Silver Lightning was about to strike it, the Azure Lotus Creation Cauldron directly dodged away and landed atop a distant mountain peak.
Wang Changsheng frowned. Could it be that the Azure Lotus Creation Cauldron's resistance to the Nine Heavens Divine Lightning last time had merely been a coincidence? Or was it only willing to withstand special forms of lightning power?
If the latter was true, the Azure Lotus Creation Cauldron was rather proud. Ordinary lightning power was beneath its notice.
The Silver Lightning struck down, and Wang Changsheng punched out, dispersing it.
Soon, the third bolt of Silver Lightning