Ancestor Hongjun had actually considered such a thing before, but Qin Xi had stopped him later, so he never brought it up again.
After all, undergoing the Thunder Tribulation was also extremely important to him now.
He looked at Wukong and said, "Thank you so much for coming this time."
Wukong had always had a fiery temper. He waved a hand, looked at Ancestor Hongjun, and said, "All right, all right, stop talking. Let's first see what condition Qin Xi is in."
At that moment, Qin Xi had already sat cross-legged once more and closed his eyes, allowing himself some time to rest.
Thus, when Wukong arrived, Qin Xi did not know at all. He only saw the purple clouds in the sky gathering in ever greater numbers. Suddenly, thunder rumbled, and bolts of lightning began striking down one after another.
Ancestor Hongjun, Wukong, and the others all raised their heads toward the sky. They saw streaks of lightning striking Qin Xi's body one after another.
Qin Xi groaned, his entire body once again enduring the attack.
Qin Xi looked at the people before him and knew they were deeply worried about him, but he could no longer suppress his voice as another bolt of lightning struck his body.
Qin Xi endured it once more. After several minutes passed, Qin Xi had withstood more than ten bolts of lightning before the purple clouds slowly began to fade.
At this moment, Qin Xi was already swaying unsteadily. He looked to be in an extremely grave state, as though he could collapse at any moment.
Ancestor Hongjun had been counting all along. It seemed that more than forty bolts of lightning had already fallen. If there were eighty-one in total, that would truly be far too many.
Qin Xi had only endured