A thunderclap exploded, and Chen Luo let out a muffled groan.
His spirit body seemed to have suffered a heavy blow, and a few cracks appeared across it. He had prepared many methods for tribulation transcendence, but he alone had never expected the Heavenly Tribulation to drag him into the past. The final three tribulations of the Nine-Nine Heavy Tribulation had already exceeded the scope of what the normal Immortal Cultivation World could handle. Immortal Cultivators who reached this level of tribulation transcendence would not die even if they failed the trial; they would instead survive in the form of spirits.
The flying vessel sailed away.
The Qi Refining cultivators aboard noticed nothing. They had already withdrawn their gazes and turned their attention to the task ahead. To them, the mighty figure undergoing tribulation in the sky was far too distant, someone from another world.
Chen Luo hovered in mid-air as his spirit returned to his body.
Pain spread throughout his body, bringing with it the sensation that he was about to shatter.
The Tribulation Cloud dispersed. When he opened his eyes, he had returned to the Void Realm. The valley was already unrecognizable, and the ground lay charred black. Zhao Qi and the others' puppets still stood beside him. The series of backup plans he had prepared before the tribulation ultimately proved useless instead.
"Did you make it through?"
Zhao Qi looked at Chen Luo. He could clearly sense the Tribulation Cloud above dissipating. The Heavenly Tribulation bolts that had struck down earlier silently dissolved into nothingness, while their remaining power merged into Chen Luo's body and further reshaped his foundation.
"Two more remain."
Chen Luo raised his head.
He was exhausted beyond measure, and his spiritual power had already run dry. If the power of the Heavenly Tribulation