Outside Green Cloud Valley, Lu Feng stared dumbfounded at the five-colored auspicious clouds floating above the valley.
He had seen quite a few cultivators attempt to enter the Nascent Soul Realm, but this was the first time he had witnessed such a sight.
"Could this kid be using some secret technique to withstand the lightning tribulation? Fellow Daoist Zhao, can you make out what's going on?"
Lu Feng muttered to himself.
"I heard that a great sect called the Five Spirits Sect possesses a secret technique that can gather the spiritual qi of the five elements to perform some kind of secret art. Since this man used that technique just after forming his Nascent Soul to fend off the lightning tribulation, he should be able to survive it."
The old man in golden robes analyzed the situation, though there was a trace of confusion in his eyes.
"The Five Spirits Sect! I seem to have heard of it. Could this man be connected to the Five Spirits Sect?"
Lu Feng asked doubtfully.
The five-colored auspicious clouds slowly descended toward Green Cloud Valley and gradually vanished into it.
Rumbling thunder came from high above. Without warning, an enormous black thundercloud appeared over Green Cloud Valley. Earth-shaking roars rang out from within it as countless silver lightning serpents surged forth like a tide. A violent gale sprang up, sweeping vast amounts of sand and stone into the air.
With a deafening clap of thunder, a silver bolt as thick as a bowl shot across the sky and struck toward Green Cloud Valley.
The secret chamber where Han Changming was collapsed at once, and countless fragments of stone scattered in all directions.
He had long been prepared. With a flick of his sleeve, the Dry Yang Gourd flew out. It spun through the