The string of notifications began to worry Song Shuhang.
He was not worried about the heavenly tribulation mutating and growing stronger... he felt virtually no fear of Uncle Tribulation. They met once a month anyway, and he felt they had a pretty good relationship.
What worried him more was whether his heavenly tribulation would drag unrelated friends into it.
It's fine if I go wild myself, but I should avoid hurting other fellow daoists as much as possible. That was Song Shuhang's thinking.
If his recklessness would hurt the fellow daoists in the group or his friends, then, given his character, he would absolutely rein himself in.
"Pull yourself together and get through this heavenly tribulation safely!" Song Shuhang patted his cheeks.
No more thinking about bullying Uncle Tribulation. No unnecessary complications.
Perhaps the heavenly tribulation had read Song Shuhang's thoughts—the heavenly tribulation in the void suddenly exploded.
Great swaths of tribulation clouds burst apart.
Then a massive inverted pyramid emerged from the exploding clouds and hurtled toward Song Shuhang.
This inverted pyramid was an artifact-form tribulation, with power already approaching that of a Seventh-Grade attack. Its prototype was not a magical artifact from the Cultivator Division. Lightning flashed and thunder boomed over the inverted pyramid, accompanied by terrifying cries of curses and death. On top of that, one of the medical-themed tribulations Song Shuhang had seen earlier, shaped like a blood-drawing syringe, attached itself to the inverted pyramid and became a pattern on its surface.
Was it adding a "blood extraction" attribute to the pyramid tribulation?
"The heavenly tribulation just keeps getting more unreasonable," Song Shuhang sighed.
The power of this inverted pyramid had long since far surpassed that of the final wave of a fifth-to-sixth heavenly tribulation. The main reason was that the Steel Avatar had been dragged