Thunder rumbled, lightning flashed, and thick bolts of silver lightning crashed down one after another, racing toward Dry Yang Peak at tremendous speed.
The ground trembled slightly as vast amounts of yellow mist billowed forth, shrouding the entire Dry Yang Peak.
Centered on Dry Yang Peak, everything within a hundred li became a sea of yellow mist, obscuring the situation within.
Bolts of silver lightning plunged into the yellow sea of mist. The mist churned and roiled, its area steadily shrinking.
More than half an hour later, the lightning tribulation had yet to end.
The thunderclouds churned as arcs of lightning in eight different colors emerged, transforming them into eight-colored thunderclouds.
"Eight-Colored Divine Thunder!"
Han Zhangxiang frowned. This counted as a particularly formidable lightning tribulation.
A lightning tribulation was closely tied to one's personal strength. The stronger one was, the stronger the lightning tribulation would be. An ordinary Body Integration Cultivator would not face such a powerful tribulation.
A thunderclap rang out as a thick bolt of eight-colored lightning tore through the sky and struck downward.
By then, the yellow sea of mist had dispersed, replaced by an enormous golden light barrier with a lightning pattern on its surface.
The Eight Gates Lightning Transformation Array was refined with a seventh-rank high-grade Thunder-Absorbing Pearl as its core and could weaken the power of a lightning tribulation.
Han Changming stood within the golden light barrier, holding a golden, shimmering array plate in his hand. His expression was grave, and his face was somewhat pale.
The eight-colored lightning struck the golden light barrier with a muffled boom. The barrier swayed slightly, and the eight-colored lightning vanished.
Soon, another thunderclap sounded. An even thicker bolt of eight-colored lightning split the heavens and crashed onto the golden light barrier.
Bolts of eight-colored lightning rained down