On a steep mountain peak, Han Changming stood at the summit, looking utterly at ease.
He was still at the mid-stage of Void Refinement. A Void Refinement cultivator's first Great Heavenly Tribulation was easy enough to survive, unless they had been seriously injured beforehand and possessed no defensive treasures.
Han Changming was not seriously wounded, and he carried quite a few defensive treasures. Passing the first Great Heavenly Tribulation would be easy for him.
Rumbling thunder rolled down from the heavens. A thick bolt of silver lightning tore across the sky and struck toward Han Changming.
Han Changming remained unhurried. He took out a yellow nine-sided Formation Disk and injected a spell into it. Vast quantities of yellow mist surged from the ground, enveloping the entire mountaintop.
The silver lightning plunged into the yellow mist like mud sinking into the sea, vanishing without a trace.
Before long, the second tribulation lightning struck down, followed by the third, the fourth...
The sound of thunder was unceasing as bolts of tribulation lightning descended one after another. Dazzling lightning drowned the mountain where Han Changming stood.
Han Fangyuan stood atop a towering peak, gazing at the thunderclouds overhead.
Half an hour later, the thunderclouds still spanned several dozen zhang. With nine more bolts of tribulation lightning remaining, the Great Heavenly Tribulation would be over.
Han Changming stood upon a patch of smoking black earth, his face somewhat pale. A small yellow umbrella floated above his head, its spiritual radiance dim and several cracks marking its surface.
He wore a thick yellow battle armor that formed a second layer of defense.
A clap of thunder rang out. A thick bolt of silver lightning streaked across the sky like a meteor and, in a flash, struck the yellow umbrella. The umbrella trembled slightly as the