With that thought flashing through his mind, He Song fixed his blazing gaze on the place where the puppet was undergoing its tribulation.
At this moment.
A five-colored vortex had already begun to gather in the sky.
The heavenly tribulation had long since locked firmly onto the puppet that was about to undergo its tribulation.
Next.
It would have to endure the trial of the heavenly tribulation alone.
If it could pass the heavenly tribulation.
Then it would naturally become a Mahayana puppet.
But if it failed.
To be reduced to ashes beneath the heavenly tribulation would naturally become its final fate.
Moreover, throughout this process, He Song, as its master, was in fact unable to help it.
If He Song assisted it, even if he merely sent a small portion of his consciousness into the puppet to help it weather the heavenly tribulation.
The heavenly tribulation would instantly envelop He Song as well, and its power would multiply.
In that case.
He Song naturally could not help this puppet.
The coming heavenly tribulation could only be faced by the puppet itself.
Fortunately.
Spirit puppets were inherently highly intelligent.
Furthermore, before allowing it to undergo its tribulation, He Song had made every possible preparation.
He had even told the puppet everything he knew about heavenly tribulations.
That way, at the very least, it could make the best decisions when faced with every kind of calamity.
It would not lose its bearings when the heavenly tribulation truly descended.
And as time passed.
When the vortex in the sky gradually swelled to its limit and bolts of heavenly lightning began to crash down in rapid succession.
As He Song watched the lightning tribulation before him.
He also immediately controlled his other puppets and began inspecting the surrounding area.
Though this place was