Yan Chihuo discovered that although his cultivation had already reached the Ascension Stage, the lightning radiance surrounding him had yet to completely disperse. Countless thoughts surged and ebbed in his mind—anger, joy, bitterness, boredom, melancholy, all manner of emotions came crashing in one after another. For a moment, he did not know what to do.
Yan Chihuo knew that the heavenly tribulation was not yet over. Yet he could not understand why this was happening when both his body and soul had already completed the tribulation.
The heavenly tribulation for advancing to the Ascension Stage had always been exceedingly complex. With a tangled thousand threads of thoughts flooding Yan Chihuo's mind all at once, he had even less leisure to ponder it carefully. How could he possibly figure it out?
Chen Youyi looked at the shrinking yet increasingly violent sphere of lightning, equally baffled. Turning to Luan Yi, he asked, "Big Brother, what is going on?"
Luan Yi shook his head. "I do not know either. You and I both know that the sect records state that when a lightning sphere rapidly contracts, it is a sign that the heavenly tribulation is about to end. If the power within the lightning sphere grows even more violent, it means the one undergoing tribulation stands at the brink of failure. The records have never mentioned these two contradictory circumstances occurring together, nor have I ever heard the elder patrons speak of it."
Mysterious Jade's face also showed concern. She glanced at Lord Thousand Illusions and saw that his expression remained unchanged, which eased her somewhat. She asked, "Senior, how is Yan Chihuo's condition now?"
Lord Thousand Illusions said, "It is nothing. There are merely a few minor troubles left."
Others did not know the reason, but Lord Thousand Illusions understood it perfectly.