Fortunately, after completing the second layer of the Profound Thunder Body Tempering Art, Xu Yi's body and True Soul had both grown immensely stronger. He could now calmly withstand the thunder's power during the Great Cloud Tribulation. Even outside the Nielong River, he no longer feared tempering his body with lightning.
For over a year, he devoted all his energy to cultivating the third layer of the Profound Thunder Body Tempering Art. When he grew utterly exhausted, he would retreat to the bottom of the Nielong River, where the thunder's impact was as weak as possible. Once his strength had returned, he would go back to the surface and continue bathing in the lightning.
Of course, though his cultivation had reached great heights, he was still made of flesh and blood. Under ordinary circumstances, he would never have been able to endure more than a year of ceaseless lightning.
Fortunately, he had countless Precious Medicines to provide a steady supply of the purest life force. That was what allowed Xu Yi to persevere.
That day, the dark clouds covering the sky above Xu Yi flashed with lightning, then suddenly and inexplicably scattered. The thunderclouds that had shrouded this stretch of sky for nearly two years had finally vanished.
The azure sky was like a flawless gemstone, so pristine it made him tremble.
Xu Yi gazed up at the heavens and suddenly let out a long, skyward roar. It rolled like thunder, echoing across the mountains for a hundred li. Countless cultivators screamed in agony.
Hearing them, Xu Yi hurriedly fell silent.
It turned out that for the past two years, cultivators had flocked here to watch him cultivate.
As time passed, the place had taken on an air of pilgrimage.
Xu Yi called out, "My cultivation is complete. Fellow Daoists,