Nuwa Arrives to Take a Disciple

Faced with such a massive tribulation lightning, Liu Feng was also dumbfounded at this moment.

Was this really just a minor Transformation Tribulation?

For a split second, Liu Feng suspected he had been exposed—that the Heavenly Dao knew he was a transmigrator and was using this tribulation to kill him off.

Otherwise, why would someone else's Ascension Tribulation be less terrifying than his own Transformation Tribulation?

Heavenly Dao: "You've got some nerve talking. Don't you know your own damn situation by now? Actually, no—I should thank you. Without you, evolving wouldn't have been this easy. But that technique of yours—where did it come from? Why can't I detect it?"

Faced with such an enormous lightning tribulation, even though it hadn't struck him yet, Liu Feng still grew suspicious.

But now, saying anything was useless. At this moment, all he had to do was survive the tribulation.

The first three bolts of tribulation lightning indeed didn't hit him, but their residual power still made his heart pound with fear.

The middle three were even more powerful. Liu Feng couldn't guarantee that his heaven-defying luck would still protect him now.

Sure enough, although those three heavenly thunders still failed to strike his body, they came much closer.

Their residual force made his main body—the willow tree—tremble violently in the raging storm.

However, the group members watching through the livestream didn't see it that way.

They only saw that not a single one of the six heavenly thunders had struck Liu Feng's main body.

This showed them the benefits of having powerful luck.

See? Even heavenly lightning dodges good fortune on its own. Is this how a Big Shot undergoes tribulation?

But then, the first two of the final three bolts landed closer and closer to Liu Feng's main body, forcing him to start using Mana and magical artifacts to block them.

Finally, only the last lightning tribulation remained. Liu Feng felt that as long as he got through this one, he would successfully transform.

From then on, the sky would be the limit, and the sea would be his playground.

At last, the tribulation brewed for a long while. The Tribulation Cloud grew incredibly dense, and a deep blue lightning bolt nearly ten thousand meters thick struck down at Liu Feng.

This time, it came straight down at his main body, head-on.

Liu Feng: ...

Heaven-defying luck was useless now!

Heaven, were the first eight bolts just messing with me?!

This last one is the real deal!

You really want me dead!!

Boom!!

Crackle!

The lightning fell, and everything around was mercilessly destroyed by this terrifying force.

The air was thick with the sharp smell of gunpowder and scorched earth. The dense spiritual energy ignited under the lightning's bombardment, forming brilliant, colorful flames that intertwined with the electric arcs, creating a scene both breathtakingly beautiful and dangerously deadly.

The ground became a battlefield ravaged by lightning. Blue bolts snaked through the air like spirit serpents, splitting the earth and sending rocks flying wherever they passed.

Facing such overwhelming tribulation lightning, Liu Feng naturally dared not slack off.

He gritted his teeth and channeled all his Mana to resist.

A brilliant light radiated from his body, and a faint golden shield flickered around him, protecting him from wave after wave of lightning strikes.

But the tribulation lightning's power was simply too immense. Each collision sent Liu Feng's blood surging and his body swaying precariously.

And so, the two sides remained locked in a stalemate, time ticking by second by second.

After nearly a quarter of an hour, perhaps because the tribulation lightning's energy had been exhausted, or perhaps because Liu Feng had passed the Heavenly Dao's test—

The Tribulation Cloud slowly dissipated. The lightning vanished. The sky, once dark with dense clouds and oppressive as a city under siege, suddenly cleared.

Sunlight poured through the clouds, illuminating the land that had just endured a catastrophe.

Liu Feng had successfully transformed into human form.

Yun Miao: "Congratulations, Big Shot! Congratulations, Big Shot! You've successfully passed the lightning tribulation."

Group members: "Here we go again! We can't fall behind!"

Tu Shan Ya Ya: "Congratulations, Big Shot! Congratulations, Big Shot! You've successfully passed the lightning tribulation."

Qian Renxue: "Congratulations, Big Shot! Congratulations, Big Shot! You've successfully passed the lightning tribulation."

When the livestream group members saw the final lightning tribulation, they were sweating bullets for Liu Feng. It was truly terrifying.

Fortunately, the Big Shot not only had heaven-defying luck but also formidable strength. In the end, he managed to endure the tribulation.

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"Hahaha, hahaha!!"

The massive phantom of the willow tree slowly faded, and Liu Feng successfully transformed into human form.

In human form, he wore a long robe as white as snow, his sleeves fluttering like an immortal descending to the mortal world.

Looking closely, the white fabric was meticulously embroidered with patches of green willow leaf patterns. These leaves, some large, some small, some sparse, some dense, seemed to sway gently in the breeze, adding a touch of vitality and liveliness to the entire garment.

His features were strikingly handsome—sword-like brows, starry eyes, a high, straight nose, and lips slightly upturned in a faint, elusive smile.

But now, perhaps because he had been laughing without restraint, his otherwise flawless face had gained a touch of wild, untamed boldness.

Liu Feng had originally planned to shout at the sky, "Damn you, heavens, my fate is mine to command, not yours!"

But then he remembered this was the Primordial World, and he might already be under the Heavenly Dao's special scrutiny.

So he forcibly held back.

Shouting "my fate is mine to command" here was no different from seeking death.

Liu Feng had a clear sense of his own place; he didn't think he was the protagonist, even after joining the Card Draw Group. The best course was still to lie low and stay safe!

Now that he had successfully completed his Transformation, he could leave this place. Even with his low strength, finding a new, safe spot to hole up was still a simple matter.

Who knew how far the first Tribulation of Calamity—the Dragon-Han Initial Tribulation—had progressed? If he got caught up in it by accident, he might not even know how he died.

Just as Liu Feng made up his mind to leave, a voice reached him.

"Is it you?"

The voice was like a mountain stream, crisp and pleasant, yet also like a winter plum blossom blooming proudly in the snow—cool and noble.

It carried threads of doubt, like flickering stars in the night sky, making one irresistibly want to probe its mysteries.

Just hearing this voice, Liu Feng could tell its owner was a breathtaking beauty.

Such a unique and enchanting voice seemed to belong only to a woman with peerless looks and elegant bearing.

"Who's there?"

Liu Feng steadied his mind; this was no time to be entranced.

He looked up toward the source of the voice.

And froze again. "So beautiful!" blurted out.

The livestream was the same!

A barrage of "so beautiful" flooded the screen, transcending gender and age—just everyone's admiration for beauty.

Truly, the woman standing in midair was indescribably lovely. She wore a pink palace gown, her sleeves fluttering, like a celestial maiden descending to earth.

Her delicate, small face was flawless, as if carved. Below was a neck as white and slender as a swan's, skin as fine as snow, radiating a captivating luster.

Her whole being glowed with vitality and spirit, making one unable to help but be enchanted.

The well-fitted palace gown accentuated her figure, making it both alluring and proud.

Her curvaceous silhouette seemed like nature's finest masterpiece, every part perfectly showcasing feminine softness and charm.

Such peerless beauty and graceful form—Liu Feng had never seen anything like it, in his past life or this one.

So much so that he was momentarily stunned, completely forgetting everything around him.

The visitor was none other than the future Holy Mother of Humanity, Nuwa.

In truth, she had arrived long ago, but since Liu Feng was in the midst of his tribulation, she hadn't revealed herself to disturb him.

She only appeared quietly after he had successfully passed the thunder tribulation.

But what Nuwa hadn't expected was that, the moment she showed herself, she was met with Liu Feng's dazed expression and frivolous words.

She couldn't help but furrow her brow slightly, a hint of displeasure rising in her heart.

She also vaguely sensed some gazes upon her, but when she extended her divine sense, she found no trace of anyone—only...

Nuwa frowned at Liu Feng, yet noticed his eyes were clear and bright, without a hint of lewd intent.

Her slightly furrowed brow gradually relaxed, and she suppressed her dissatisfaction for now.

Nuwa began to scrutinize Liu Feng carefully, secretly performing a divination on him, trying to see his past and future.

To her surprise, she couldn't calculate much about this newly transformed man—not even his origins were clear.

If she hadn't seen his true form was a willow tree earlier, she might not have been able to deduce even that.

Not only that, but up close, the feeling that stirred her Dao heart grew stronger. Nuwa had a sudden realization: she must keep Liu Feng by her side, or she would miss boundless opportunities.

Thus, Nuwa made a decision—to take Liu Feng as her disciple. With that thought, she slowly spoke.

"Little fellow, you share a fate with this palace. Would you be willing to become my disciple?"