Yan Chihuo looked at the tribulation clouds in the sky, secretly alarmed.
He knew that the heavenly tribulation for advancing to the Ascension Stage was no trifling matter, yet the might of the tribulation clouds before him still exceeded his expectations.
The tribulation clouds he had seen before, no matter how powerful, had merely contained lightning within them. But these tribulation clouds before him were formed entirely of lightning!
With a thunderous boom, a sheet of lightning descended, resembling a whole tribulation cloud.
Yan Chihuo's eyes twitched. In the past, tribulation lightning had amounted at most to several bolts or a few lightning-fireballs. This was his first time seeing it descend like a thundercloud.
Yan Chihuo let out a long howl, and the Seven Absolutes Cold Mist Sword flew forth. Countless threadlike streaks of sword light weaved endlessly through the air, laying down a net of swords in the sky. This, too, was a sword formation, called the Heavenly Net Sword Formation.
This time, Yan Chihuo did not have his flying sword plunge into the tribulation lightning. Instead, he used the sword formation to envelop it. In an instant, that sheet of tribulation lightning was shredded into nothingness by the sword light.
Yet there was not the slightest hint of relief on Yan Chihuo's face. After advancing to the late Spirit Cultivation Stage and undergoing the shedding of mortality, his cultivation had advanced greatly. He had then spent a great deal of time cultivating his sword arts.
That middle-aged scholar was the remnant soul of Lord Thousand Illusions. Though he was limited by having become a Magic Treasure himself, over all these years he had already thoroughly grasped every kind of divine ability and passed them on to Yan Chihuo one by one. Yan Chihuo, meanwhile, was Lord Thousand Illusions'