Above the skies of the Penglai secret realm in the East Sea, lightning flashed and thunder roared, while flames filled the heavens. At the very center of it all, Chu Feng endured the tempering of lightning and fire.
He looked utterly miserable, like withered wood. His body and face were charred black, and even when he opened his mouth, lightning and fire spewed out. From the cracks all over his body came the endless crackling of electric sparks.
Normally, someone in such a state would undoubtedly be dead, their life force utterly devastated. But for a cultivator undergoing tribulation, as long as they still had one breath left, they could survive.
By then, the thunder in the sky had reached its end and was gradually fading. Chu Feng's dim eyes immediately lit up like blazing golden torches.
He knew he had made it through. He had never imagined that the Heavenly Thunder he had drawn down would be so terrifying, practically leaving no chance of survival. He reckoned that even a normal Heavenly Tribulation would not be this absurd. If it had been anyone else, they would likely have suffered Body and Spirit Annihilated long ago.
"Damn it!"
Chu Feng raised his head toward the heavens and opened with a curse, greeting the heavens themselves. Such unimaginable lightning had been poured down upon him—how was anyone supposed to live through that? Fortunately, it was finally over.
Boom!
However, the moment he finished speaking, five bolts of lightning in different colors descended from the vault of heaven. They were immense lightning pillars, like five sky-supporting columns crashing down, and every one of them struck his head.
Any one of those five-colored lightning bolts could instantly kill a Carefree Realm evolver. Only a freak like Chu Feng, stubbornly unkillable like a cockroach,