Above the shelter, the skies abruptly changed. Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled.
He Sheng's body rose into the air of its own accord.
Before long, with a crack, a divine bolt of lightning descended from the sky and struck He Sheng's body.
His first thunder tempering in this strange world had begun.
All the surviving cultivators poked their heads out and looked up at He Sheng.
As cultivators, they had all undergone this kind of thunder tempering before. But now that they were in a strange world with all their cultivation lost, they found it rather astonishing.
"Looks like the leader's cultivation really has recovered!!"
"Ah... when will our cultivation recover?!"
"The leader must have encountered a tremendous opportunity. I'm so envious."
"Who cares? As long as the leader's cultivation recovers, we'll be able to leave this world and return to the Original World."
"Once we return to the Original World, are we afraid we won't be able to recover our cultivation?"
"Yes, Fellow Daoist, you are absolutely right!!"
Under the watchful eyes of all, He Sheng's thunder tempering began.
He endured nine tribulation lightning bolts this time, lasting a full three days and three nights. He Sheng suffered unbearably, yet he gritted his teeth and persevered.
Finally, late on the third night, the divine lightning stopped. He Sheng underwent a transformation, and golden light suddenly burst from his body. He looked like a god or Buddha descending into the world—sacred and extraordinary, overflowing with domineering might.
An immensely powerful pressure instantly spread across the entire world, intimidating the Strange Spirits until they trembled and cowered in corners, not daring to let out a single cry.
They knew only slaughter and Bloodlust, so their current behavior was exceedingly abnormal.
Once the thunder tempering ended, He Sheng, having stepped into a