Then he said, "How could something like this possibly leave out Old Sun? I have to go take a look."
Since Wukong's Somersault Cloud covered a hundred and eight thousand li in a single flip, as long as he wanted to do something, he could reach Qin Xi's location in an instant.
So he sped toward Qin Xi's Dao Field at incredible speed. After all, he had always loved excitement.
How could Qin Xi have known that not only his friends, but even those ordinary immortals, had been affected by this incident? Qin Xi was fully focused on welcoming the arrival of the next Heavenly Lightning.
The purple clouds grew denser and denser, while the rumbling of thunderclouds overhead became increasingly deafening.
Qin Xi knew that another bolt of purple lightning would soon strike. He raised his head slightly. Though he was covered in ash and looked utterly disheveled,
he still said with unwavering conviction, "Let these bolts come even fiercer. I, Qin Xi, will definitely withstand them."
Ancestor Hongjun and Daoist Yangmei truly could not hold it in any longer. The corners of their mouths curled up slightly as they began to laugh.
As if the thunderclouds in the sky had heard Qin Xi's words, a bolt of lightning immediately struck down and hit him directly. Qin Xi let out a muffled groan and endured the blow.
Then, immediately afterward, another thundercloud in the sky struck Qin Xi once more.
As bolt after bolt of lightning came down, Qin Xi looked even more wretched.
Ancestor Hongjun was so nervous that his hands had clenched into fists, his nails digging deeply into his palms. Yet he did not dare make a sound, afraid that even the slightest mistake on his part would affect Qin Xi.
Qin Xi watched the changes