The tribulation lasted even longer than everyone had imagined—three full days and three nights. During those three days, even someone as powerful as An Tianhua nearly failed to hold on several times, on the verge of collapsing into the sea of lightning.
Yet each time, he stubbornly endured. The pills in his mouth never seemed to stop; he constantly swallowed medicine to replenish his true essence and heal his wounds.
Although this heavenly tribulation had arrived suddenly, it was not sudden at all for An Tianhua. He had prepared for this tribulation for several hundred years—indeed, he had begun preparing for it centuries ago.
His spatial storage had long been filled with countless pills for replenishing true essence and healing injuries. Relying on those pills, he held on with all his strength. His tribulation was nowhere near as astonishing as Ye Xiwen's, nor did it trigger a Variant Heavenly Tribulation. Even so, it was still a life-and-death trial for him. If he passed it, he would become a Celestial Realm expert, revered by tens of thousands and standing above them all. If he failed, he would turn to ashes, with no other possible end.
Yet he did not hesitate in the slightest. He had striven toward this heavenly tribulation for centuries and could be said to have made every possible preparation. If he could not pass it now, then he certainly would not pass it in the future. Moreover, if he grew fearful now, his chances of succeeding later would only become smaller. Such a life would be worse than death; he might as well turn completely to ashes.
For An Tianhua, those three days and three nights made every second feel like a year. For the spectators at the side, was it not the same? His tribulation also drew