Spring gave way to autumn, and more than two hundred thousand years passed.
On Donghua Island, Chu Buyu, Su Changfeng, and Mo Bingbing stood atop a lofty peak, gazing at the Three-Colored Lightning Cloud high above.
The Three-Colored Lightning Cloud churned and surged as a thick bolt of Three-Colored Immortal Lightning descended, striking toward a Giant Valley surrounded by mountains on three sides.
Wang Rui was attempting to break through to the Golden Immortal Stage. Having cultivated the Law of Water to Minor Accomplishment, the power of his lightning tribulation was somewhat stronger.
Time passed bit by bit as bolts of Three-Colored Immortal Lightning crashed down one after another, their radiance growing increasingly dazzling.
After a while, the Three-Colored Lightning Cloud had shrunk to only several dozen zhang. It roiled like a rising tide, transforming into an enormous three-colored qilin whose body was covered in arcs of three-colored lightning.
The three-colored qilin threw back its head and let out a long roar. Moving its four limbs, it pounced down from the sky.
Just as it came within ten zhang of the Giant Valley, a Golden Giant Palm flew out from the valley and struck the three-colored qilin squarely.
The three-colored qilin's body exploded, and an enormous mass of three-colored lightning shot into the heavens. The ground shook violently as dust and smoke billowed everywhere.
A moment later, a man's hearty laughter rang out from within the three-colored lightning.
A Golden Escape Light flew out from within. With a flash, it landed before Chu Buyu—it was Wang Rui.
Wang Rui's face was slightly pale, but a terrifying spiritual pressure radiated from him. He had already advanced to the Golden Immortal Stage.
"Congratulations, Junior Brother!"
Su Changfeng congratulated him.
"Not bad. If your master learns that you've also advanced to the Golden