It was only when the force had been completely exhausted that Lu Xiaotian, utterly spent, crashed to the ground, all four limbs pressed against the hard, icy rock. He felt as though every ounce of strength had been drained from his body. With his usually restrained temperament, he rarely lost his composure so badly, but this tribulation lightning had clearly been determined to annihilate him.
Even with Lu Xiaotian's indifferent disposition, he could not help feeling a surge of indignation. He had gone through untold hardships to gather five Condensing Gold Fruits and refine them into pills, then endured the failure of his first attempt at forming a core. The Primordial Unity Daoist's Formation Pill had only mentioned a rough idea. He had groped his way forward step by step, suffering severe injuries to his body countless times, and had finally managed to form the embryonic shape of a nine-colored Golden Core within himself. Yet this tribulation lightning had been so utterly unwilling to tolerate his existence.
To survive the tribulation lightning in the end, Lu Xiaotian had successively used four subsidiary Primordial Spirits to activate the Seven-Star Sword Formation. The Seven-Star Sword Formation truly deserved its reputation as the foremost killing formation of the fourth rank. Moreover, the Seven-Star Formation differed from other formations. Its formation plate was covered by a vast amount of Sword Qi, so it did not need to clash head-on with the tribulation lightning. As long as Lu Xiaotian's Primordial Spirit did not run dry, the Seven-Star Formation could continue operating. He had not used it for nearly thirty years, but when he activated it again, it remained incomparably sharp. It was precisely this Seven-Star Formation that, when Lu Xiaotian was nearly unable to hold on, allowed its inexhaustible Sword Qi to carry him through