Inside Purple Cloud Palace, Xuanxiao muttered under his breath, "As expected of the Dao Ancestor—he can really take a beating. It's already the thirty-second bolt of Chaos Divine Lightning, and only half his body has been blasted to a crisp. How cocky."
Hearing this, Hongjun turned to glare viciously at Xuanxiao and said, "You brat sure know how to have fun. You're making this old Daoist take your tribulation for you—why don't you have your father take it instead?"
Xuanxiao silently rubbed his chin and said with complete seriousness, "My father's cultivation isn't strong enough. He wouldn't be able to withstand this barrage of lightning."
Before Hongjun could say anything more, another bolt of lightning struck, scorching him until he was burnt on the outside and tender within. With no choice, he shouted, "Nine Revolutions of Immortal Dao, heal!" His injuries suddenly recovered, but his strength seemed to have dropped by one level.
Seeing this, Xuanxiao cupped his hands toward Hongjun in salute and said, "Thank you, Dao Ancestor. From now on, I won't deliberately cause trouble for you for three great eras."
Upon hearing this, Hongjun was almost angered into fighting Xuanxiao on the spot. But after considering his wife and mother-in-law, he forcibly abandoned that thought. After all, he had already been trapped in Purple Cloud Palace for so many days and still hoped he could go outside.
Thus, Hongjun unwillingly helped Xuanxiao endure thirty-six bolts of Chaos Thunder Tribulation. His own cultivation consequently fell by one level as well, dropping from the fourth level of the Heavenly Dao realm to the third.
Once the tribulation passed, Xuanxiao's aura instantly surged. On Yingzhou Island, Tongtian's expression fell as he said, "Should I also switch to cultivating the Way of Primordial Origin? The Heavenly Dao Saint realm has already