With Pei Ling's foundation, he would face the Three Tribulations of Spirit Transformation without any risk.
Starting with the fourth round of Tribulation Lightning, however, came the Six Tribulations of Spirit Transformation. The lightning's power increased by more than a little.
Of course, even without the system taking over, Pei Ling's strength was more than enough to survive the Six Tribulations of Spirit Transformation. At most, he would suffer some minor injuries.
But right now, he hadn't received any of the Tribulation Power from the earlier rounds of lightning. His strength hadn't improved or undergone any transformation, and he had already expended quite a bit of his magic power. If this continued, he didn't know whether he could survive the final three rounds of Tribulation Lightning in the Nine Tribulations of Spirit Transformation...
At that thought, Pei Ling jolted with surprise. Only then did he realize that despite the system having unleashed so many blades of saber energy, his magic power didn't seem to have decreased at all.
Was it because this was the Dream Realm? Or was there some other reason?
Eternal Night Desert.
Tribulation Lightning roared like a dragon as it crashed down.
Where it struck, the ground split and blackened like charcoal. Springs burst forth, turning the land almost into a water country.
The thunder rumbled on without pause, exploding across the entire Eternal Night Desert. Every grain of sand on the ground trembled and rattled, as if cowering and quaking beneath Heaven's might.
This round of Tribulation Lightning had lasted a full day.
At last, as the final streaks of lightning faded, Pei Ling appeared, standing in midair with the Nine Souls Blade in hand and an indifferent expression. Mo Lilan's corpse floated in front of him.
The fourth round of Tribulation Lightning had passed,