Pan Yun opened her mouth and spat out a mouthful of black smoke. Catching the faint scent of roasted meat, she lowered her head and glanced at the section of arm exposed where her sleeve had been blasted apart. The charred fragrance assailed her nose. Small cracks covered her skin, but under the repair of her cultivation technique, they gradually closed, revealing faintly fair, tender skin beneath the blackened surface.
Pan Yun murmured, "No wonder everyone likes eating cultivators who have just undergone tribulation. They really smell delicious~~"
Pan Little Black howled, "Hurry up and take out your lightning-warding towers! How much longer are you going to wait? The lightning I've drawn in is getting stronger and stronger. I can't swallow it anymore!"
Pan Yun said calmly, "Steady yourself. It's only the third bolt. What are you panicking for?"
"I'm not panicking! You're about to be smashed to pieces!"
Pan Yun said, "I reckon there are still two hours before the next bolt comes down. Don't disturb me while I repair my body."
Pan Little Black instinctively sensed something was wrong. "Would the Second Marquis tribulation lightning have such a long interval?"
Pan Yun ignored him and simply continued circulating her cultivation technique, compressing the primordial energy within her Dantian.
Where Pan Little Black could not see, Pan Yun's meridians had widened by nearly half again. Her Dantian had expanded, swallowing all the compressed energy like the universe itself before transforming it into primordial energy.
The primordial energy coursed through her body. After opening the middle aperture, it struck upward into the upper aperture, expanding the Mud Pill Palace.
When Pan Little Black focused on gathering the lightning he had received and opened his spiritual eye from within the spirit realm, he saw the utterly transformed Mud Pill Palace.
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