Sima Bo's Integration Heavenly Tribulation was considerably shorter than Zhuang Daoqin's had been. That was precisely why the crisis threatening Qin Fengming's life resolved on its own.
If it had lasted even half a tea's time longer, Qin Fengming himself was not optimistic about whether he would still be alive.
Facing that terrifying purifying lightning, without the Silver Spirit Shield's protection, the rampaging energy inside Qin Fengming's body would have reached saturation almost instantly. Having already endured it once, Qin Fengming no longer had the slightest confidence that he could withstand that terrifying lightning energy.
It was a full two hours before the dense dark mist concealing an area six or seven hundred zhang across was swiftly drawn away.
By then, two or three hundred Nascent Soul cultivators from Manghuang Mountain had gathered together. At Zhuang Daoqin's signal, those who had known about Qin Fengming's matter from the beginning did not mention it at all.
Although he trusted these core disciples immensely, Qin Fengming's actions were simply too bizarre. Even Zhuang Daoqin did not know how to explain them.
With a flash, Qin Fengming appeared at the scene. In the midst of flickering, he reached the several Masters.
"Greetings, Masters. Sorry for making the four of you worry. Congratulations on advancing successfully, Master."
After bowing in salute, Qin Fengming looked toward Sima Bo, whose aura now clearly belonged to an Integration stage cultivator. A joyful expression appeared on his face.
As they examined Qin Fengming, the several Great Cultivators saw no abnormalities on him, yet strange looks still flashed through their eyes. Fu Qiong and Yellow Beard Venerable had worn expressions of astonishment ever since the beginning, which had remained frozen in place.
Daring to let himself come into contact with someone else's Integration Heavenly Tribulation was already an unimaginable