Dozens of miles from where Chen Lin stood.
In a hall deep underground, a Withered Monk with his eyes tightly shut suddenly opened them.
"Oh? This lightning tribulation heralds the birth of a Spirit Treasure, and it seems to be a very high-grade one!"
The Withered Monk exclaimed in surprise and made to leave his meditation cushion, but the moment he moved, black qi began surging around him.
He immediately settled back onto the cushion.
"Forget it. Better not grow new branches out of this trouble."
The Old Monk looked at the row of jars before him, shook his head, and closed his eyes again.
Chen Lin's expression was grim.
The Spirit Treasure's heavenly tribulation was far too astonishing. He could already sense countless powerful auras appearing in the distance. They were probably watching because they could not yet make sense of the situation. Once the Spirit Treasure finished its tribulation, they would certainly come to investigate. When they discovered that its owner was merely an insignificant Golden Core Cultivator like him, they would surely try to seize it.
In other words, whether the Spirit Treasure survived its tribulation or not, it would probably no longer belong to him.
The eighth bolt had now passed. Although the Spirit Treasure had withstood it, it had taken a severe beating and was letting out mournful cries. He did not know whether it could safely survive the ninth.
He watched tensely, his eyes fixed on the clouds high above.
Suddenly, horror filled his eyes. Red, green, and blue appeared among the clouds, intertwining before forming a fist-sized Thunder Ball containing all three colors, which struck downward!
Three-Color Tribulation Lightning-the legendary spirit transformation tribulation!
Chen Lin swallowed and activated his Realm-Breaking Talisman without hesitation. He swept it across the node, creating a space ripple.