"Master, what kind of lightning tribulation is this? It feels very different from a spirit transformation tribulation, and it doesn't look like the treasure tribulation that comes when a spirit treasure takes shape, either."
More than ten li from where Chen Lin was undergoing his tribulation, an old man and a boy stood side by side.
Both wore Daoist robes. The old man had white brows and a white beard, and held a white whisk, looking every inch an immortal sage.
The speaker was the Little Daoist Boy. He looked not yet of age, and gazed at the tribulation clouds overhead with a face full of confusion.
"Heh, this is a body tempering tribulation, and it has ties to the Buddhist Sect. The tribulation lightning carries Buddhist intent. I wonder whether the person undergoing it belongs to the Buddhist Sect, and whether he knows how dangerous the inner demon tribulation afterward will be. If he doesn't, he's likely in for disaster!"
The Old Taoist flicked his whisk and spoke leisurely.
The Little Daoist Boy immediately grew anxious. "Master, let's go tell him! If he fails his tribulation, won't he die?"
The Old Taoist curled his lip. "Since when was it our Daoist Sect's business to look after Buddhists? If we went, they'd only accuse us of meddling. Besides, the Buddhist Sect today isn't what it used to be. Its karmic burden is terribly heavy. Best not touch it, best not touch it."
The Little Daoist Boy looked disheartened, his small face taut. He clearly did not approve of the Old Taoist's approach.
Then he suddenly took out a yellow talisman. After murmuring an incantation for a while, he flicked it into the air. The talisman immediately became a streak of light and shot toward the center of the tribulation clouds.