Ling Tian had already endured more than sixty rounds of tribulation lightning. Just as they had predicted, the lightning that followed was even more terrifying. If Ling Tian's heart cultivation hadn't reached the Late Spirit Division Stage, he would never have been able to withstand it.
The Buddha Image Phantom had grown quite substantial by now. Although Ling Tian still hadn't unleashed its full power, he wasn't far off. There were still more than ten rounds of lightning to go, though, and the final nine in particular had him growing wary.
The tribulation continued. Ling Tian endured several more rounds in "miserable" fashion, and soon the seventy-second round was upon him. Looking at the lightning filling the sky above, his expression grew even more solemn. He knew that every ninth round brought a sharp increase in power. His Buddha Image Phantom was already at ninety percent of its strength, and he feared he'd have a hard time with the lightning to come.
"This round will probably be a lot stronger. I wonder if the Buddha Image Phantom at full power can hold it off." Ling Tian muttered to himself. Then he set his jaw and said resolutely, "No, I can't take that risk. I'll have to weaken the lightning myself from now on."
Ling Tian hadn't intervened during the first seventy-one rounds. He'd relied only on his body and Buddhist Cultivation Method to withstand them. But facing the seventy-second round, he couldn't help wanting to strike and weaken the lightning.
A series of thunderous booms shook the heavens as hundreds of bolts crashed down. By now, Poxiong and the other pill and artifact spirits could do little to weaken them; many bolts were already beyond their reach.
Looking at the lightning this time, Ling Tian thought, *As expected, it's much