He was more familiar with this heavenly tribulation than anyone. Among the Twelve Ancestral Shamans, none had felt it more deeply than he had.
Having rebuilt his cultivation in two lifetimes, he had tried to shatter this world's barrier. Yet the outcome had been far from satisfactory. Not only had he failed, he had been banished to the bitter cold of the far north. Still, every cloud had a silver lining—he had recovered his peak combat strength and obtained the Ancient Exotic Beast, the Mystic Serpent.
Even so, he could never forget the heavenly tribulation of that day. It had nearly scattered his soul to the winds.
"Heavenly tribulation? The Heavenly Dao is truly willing to spend heavily. How many years has it been since the Nine Heavens Profound Lightning last appeared...?"
Gong Gong gazed at the heavy tribulation clouds overhead, yet his expression was unusually relaxed.
This heavenly tribulation, feared by everyone at its very mention, was nothing more than this in his eyes. Life and death lay before him; in any case, he could not leave alive...
"Gong Gong, if you release me, perhaps the Heavenly Dao may spare you once."
Zhu Rong spoke weakly. Though Gong Gong had stopped throwing punches at him, the darkwater aura secretly and endlessly destroying his recovery was present every moment.
"Shut up. Do you really think it came for you?"
The golden sword in Gong Gong's hand transformed back into a golden dragon and coiled around his arm.
"No matter what, it seems you won't be able to kill me today."
Zhu Rong laughed.
"Your life isn't that important! The one I want to kill is Zhu Rong, the Fire God—not a lackey of the Heavenly Dao!"
Gong Gong spoke with an ugly expression, then flung Zhu Rong far away, out