Weathering the Tribulation

"Trembling with fear."

High in the sky, the thunderous roar made Ning Rongrong's scalp tingle.

"No wonder soul beasts that fail their tribulations don't even leave behind Soul Rings."

"Being ravaged in both body and soul, it'd be strange if anything remained." Though she murmured it softly, Ning Rongrong felt relieved inside.

Engraving Di Tian's soul into the Glazed Tile Sacred Thunder Attraction would not cause the tribulation to stop.

Above them, thunderclouds churned and lightning flickered.

Ning Rongrong swallowed.

"I'm obviously a salted fish, so why am I trying so hard?!"

"I hope I can go home for dinner tomorrow."

Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey!

Don't raise a flag.

That kind of wishful thinking was unacceptable.

Ning Rongrong took a deep breath.

Then she floated cross-legged in the air, the Glazed Tile Holy Sword laid flat across her knees. Her hands rested on the blade as faint True Qi flowed, nearly complementing the Glazed Tile Holy Sword perfectly.

The booming was deafening.

The thunderclouds on the horizon split open with a crash, and pillar-like lightning poured down.

Within a radius of several hundred kilometers, the air pressure plummeted as though everything had been vacuumed away.

In that instant, the Glazed Tile Holy Sword resting across her knees trembled faintly, releasing deep sword cries and dragon roars. Gentle ripples of energy lingered around its blade.

Rather than striking Ning Rongrong as usual, the lightning collided with the barrier raised by the Glazed Tile Holy Sword and was swiftly absorbed.

Then, crackling thunder began to drift across the Glazed Tile Holy Sword's blade. It passed through the hands resting on the sword and entered Ning Rongrong's body, ultimately vanishing completely.

Before Ning Rongrong could fully absorb it, the second bolt of lightning crashed down.

Once again, it was blocked by the Glazed Tile