A day later, King Wu became a Saint.
And underwent his tribulation.
His tribulation was extremely powerful—a tribulation of transformation.
Relying on his own peerless strength, King Wu fought in the heavenly tribulation for a day and a night, succeeding with great difficulty.
At night:
King Wu sat cross-legged atop a mountain peak, his body covered in blood.
Thunder Light crackled from his wounds.
But as he circulated the breathing method of Endless Clones, the Thunder Light quickly began to transform into Fortune Power.
It nourished his entire body.
Li Ye's servants stared blankly, their eyes burning with envy.
This was Endless Clones, after all, one of the Eight Ancient Invincible Arts.
Mastering this divine art was equivalent to possessing the ability to live forever and never die.
No one could kill you.
Yet every one of the master's friends and family had a copy.
By comparison, Myriad Dao True Lord hadn't even shared his incomplete Endless Clones with his sworn brothers.
Li Ye stared intently at King Wu, not daring to let his guard down for even a moment.
The next moment, King Wu's eyes glazed over.
His consciousness began to sink.
"Something's wrong!"
The servants' expressions changed dramatically.
Li Ye noticed it first of all.
To his shock, the power of the Supreme Hall had latched onto King Wu, and the power of the Supreme Hall coiled around him was starting to flow toward Old Wu as well.
In the blink of an eye, it was on King Wu.
"Damn it, come at me if you want! Don't make things difficult for Old Wu."
Li Ye swore, frantic with worry:
"Old Wu, wake up!"
He shouted.
Then he sent a forbidden Divine Sense into King Wu's sea of consciousness, trying to awaken him.
Boom!
The power of