As the rounds increased, Luo Hong's True Lightning Tribulation grew ever more terrifying. Not only did the number of black-and-white lightning balls falling multiply, but their size continued to expand as well.
Yet beneath the barrage of lightning balls filling the sky and the thunderous roars that tore through space, Luo Hong stood motionless like a sea-stabilizing divine needle.
No matter how fiercely those lightning balls bombarded him, they could at most make the purple lightning patterns on his body flash a few more times.
By the end, even Luo Hong could not help feeling that using the abundant Immortal Spiritual Qi of the Spirit Washing Pool to undergo his tribulation was simply too unfair to the Heavenly Dao!
Of course, the thought passed through Luo Hong's mind only briefly. After all, to Cultivators like them, the Heavenly Dao was not a good thing.
A day later, Luo Hong, immersed in Stealing Heavenly Secrets, suddenly noticed that the thunder above his head had paused.
Looking up, he saw that the enormous hole connecting to the world of lightning had vanished at some point, replaced by a dense bank of dark clouds.
Amid a burst of clamorous, bizarre cries, the dark clouds suddenly churned, and countless Black Light Balls surged wildly out from within.
On closer inspection, those Black Light Balls were actually illusory Ghost Heads, large and small, black and white, each letting out a different cry!
"What strange cries! They can actually shake my primordial spirit!"
Elder Hui, outside the dark clouds, could not help but exclaim in alarm.
"They're Outer Realm Sky Demons. Fellow Daoist Luo is about to begin his Inner Demon Tribulation!"
Ye Xin said at once, her face full of tension.
After all, this was the final of the three hurdles of advancement. As long