Two chapters in one.
Everything had fallen into place naturally. Wang Xuan became ever more profound, breaking into this realm in an era where it should have been impossible for a Calamity Lord to emerge.
He did not display any mysterious arts. After crossing his tribulation, he returned to simplicity, diligently and plainly cleaning up the tribulation site and putting away the pitch-black "medicine dregs." If these were released into the outside world, they would be peerless great medicines for comprehending the Dao. Forget the various Saints—even True Kings would covet them with burning eyes.
Next, Wang Xuan restored those Great Universes that had been destroyed.
Then he set out for home, taking out the Skull Lamp along the way.
"You five turned into lamp oil. It lasts quite a while, and you have not completely perished yet." Wang Xuan looked down at the lamp. Within the snow-white skull, of the five great True Kings, only five faint phantoms remained.
"You..." Refining Phoenix trembled violently. She felt even greater pressure than when she had faced the faint phantom of "Prison" across that special Land of Cracks.
The lingering aura from Wang Xuan's tribulation had yet to completely dissipate. Strands of tribulation light still spilled from the corners of his eyes, the tips of his brows, and his Primordial Spirit Domain.
Wild King, Xu, Imperial, and the other five True Kings, even in their current state, keenly sensed that the Wang Xuan before them was no longer the same as before.
"The lingering aftermath of a heavenly tribulation... Could it be that you..." They went rigid. Though they had their guesses, they found it difficult to accept such a reality.
"Yes, I crossed my tribulation." Wang Xuan nodded. Then he extracted the Remnants of Natural Disasters from the Skull Lamp. They