Seventh Turn

Purple lightning descended like a Giant Sword falling from heaven, carrying world-destroying might as it struck Cangwu Old Ancestor squarely on the head.

The lightning exploded, electric serpents scattering in every direction. Cangwu Old Ancestor's hundred-zhang body sank under the blow. Wisps of green smoke rose from its dragon horns, several golden scales shattered, and dark green demon blood seeped from the cracks.

Yet it did not fall.

It raised its head, its vertical pupils reflecting the thunderclouds that filled the sky, and let out an earth-shaking roar.

That roar carried pain, but also an almost mad exhilaration.

It was welcoming the lightning tribulation, using its own flesh and blood and Demonic Qi to withstand the might of heaven and earth.

The second bolt, the third, the fourth.

Bolt after bolt of lightning crashed down, each thicker and more violent than the last.

The entire Prince Jing'an's Mansion was reduced to ruins beneath the lightning tribulation. Nearby homes collapsed from the aftershocks, and the city's citizens cried out as they fled in all directions.

Yet those bolts of lightning seemed to possess some kind of spirit. Aside from striking Cangwu Old Ancestor, they merely grazed everything around them, without deliberately harming the innocent.

Mu Xian stood in the air dozens of li away, watching the scene with a grave expression.

He had lived for a hundred years, yet the number of times he had witnessed a heavenly tribulation could be counted on one hand.

When the seventh heavenly lightning bolt fell, the dark green shell covering Cangwu Old Ancestor's hundred-zhang body completely shattered and peeled away, revealing intact golden scales beneath.

Its dragon claws fully formed, a dragon tail extended from the end of its body, its dragon whiskers drifted in the wind, and its dragon horns rose in rugged