One Clan, Six Golden Cores

Several months passed.

Deep within the territory of Cloud Stepping Ridge in the White Cloud Mountain Range.

Above Cloud Stepping Valley, a vast expanse of black tribulation clouds crackling with lightning had gathered, blanketing nearly the entire valley, which spanned several miles. Their momentum was immense.

The power of the tribulation lightning accumulating within those clouds also grew increasingly stronger.

Watching this scene from outside Cloud Stepping Valley, Ling Pengyun narrowed his eyes slightly.

Judging by the commotion of these tribulation clouds, they are likely nearly twice as powerful as the tribulation lightning normally drawn by cultivators who condense a high-grade Golden Core.

Even Third Rank High Grade defense arrays without defensive array artifacts will likely struggle to withstand the nine successive bolts of tribulation lightning to come.

Still, this is somewhat strange. Nine times out of ten, it is related to heaven and earth's enmity toward Ghost Dao cultivators.

Otherwise, considering that Peng Xing Clan Brother has only refined the souls of low-intelligence demon beasts as nourishment over the years, the resentment he bears should not be great. The power of the lightning tribulation he draws after condensing his Golden Core should not have increased by so much.

This Ghost Dao branch of the demonic path... as expected, it is no easier to walk than the other demonic paths.

After Peng Xing Clan Brother enters the Golden Core Realm, he will probably encounter the same situation as ordinary demonic cultivators. The bottlenecks he encounters in the future will be several times sturdier than those of ordinary Golden Core cultivators.

When that time comes, it will be difficult for Peng Xing Clan Brother to break through his realms as smoothly as before.

*The matter of rebuilding the Ghost Immortal Sect must also be fraught with difficulties. I wonder how far