What was going on?
Everyone was bewildered.
Heavenly tribulations grew progressively stronger. How could one go backward?
Besides, a Dao Integration lightning tribulation consisted of seven strikes. No one had ever heard of an eighth. Surely this person wasn't undergoing a Mahayana tribulation?
Everyone immediately dismissed that thought.
It was impossible.
Neither its power nor its form bore any resemblance to a Mahayana tribulation.
"Strange. How could this happen?"
The purple-robed elder and his companion were equally baffled, unable to make heads or tails of it.
Only Huangfu Qingrou looked thoughtful, having begun to understand.
This five-colored lightning was one of the effects of Chen Lin's Five Thunders Smite the Crown Spiritual Art. Its appearance had merely been magnified beyond measure, making it look like tribulation lightning. In reality, its power couldn't begin to compare with the Five-Color Tribulation Lightning.
That realization eased her considerably. Rather than worrying about Chen Lin, she focused on their surroundings, ready at any moment to fend off attacks from those harboring ill intent.
The tribulation lightning descended at a leisurely pace, finally striking Chen Lin's body.
This time, the spectacle was even more exaggerated.
Chen Lin's robes were utterly destroyed, his skin split and flesh torn. His body convulsed violently, as though the consequences were even more terrifying than those of the seven-color tribulation lightning.
Lightning arcs flickered incessantly over him, while streams of black qi seeped outward, leaving the onlookers even more confused.
Some couldn't help wondering whether Chen Lin was a demonic cultivator. Why else would black qi appear?
Just then, Chen Lin, who lay trembling on the ground, suddenly rolled over and took out several bamboo steamers.
He overturned them with force and kept stuffing the buns inside into his mouth, while the black qi around him began flickering in and