"Madam, are you all right?"
Wang Changsheng stood up, turned to look at Wang Ruyan, and asked with concern.
Wang Ruyan threw herself into Wang Changsheng's arms, holding him tightly, choked up and unable to speak. The might of the Three-Colored Divine Lightning had surpassed their imagination. Two second-tier defensive Magic Treasures, plus the Water Moon Mystic Light, had still nearly taken their lives. If Wang Changsheng had not blocked most of the damage, Wang Ruyan might not have held on.
Strangely enough, they had personally witnessed Purple Moon Fairy undergo her Nascent Soul Tribulation, and no Three-Colored Divine Lightning had appeared.
Could it be because they had formed their Nascent Souls at the same time? Was the Nascent Soul Tribulation larger as well?
Wang Qingqing flew down before Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan and asked somewhat nervously, "Father, Mother, are you all right?"
"We're fine. I didn't expect to draw down a three-colored lightning tribulation."
Wang Changsheng shook his head and said with a smile.
Thinking back to the process of forming his Nascent Soul just now, Wang Changsheng could not help showing a lingering look of fear on his face.
The heart demon was too terrifying, especially the attack on the clan's three strongholds and Wang Qingzhi's tragic death. That was an eternal pain in Wang Changsheng's heart, and Wang Changsheng had nearly failed to get past it. Fortunately, he had the Golden Jade Buddha Amulet, which had allowed him to regain clarity at the critical moment.
Wang Qingling and Wang Mengbin also flew over and said excitedly, "Congratulations, Ninth Uncle and Ninth Aunt (Ancestor), on forming your Nascent Souls. Heaven blesses our Wang Clan."
Wang Ruyan let go of Wang Changsheng and said with a smile, "This time, our advancement into the Nascent Soul Realm is also