"It seems that although I angered the Burial Emperor Tribulation, everything is still within the rules."
"Probably..."
"Among the punishments allowed by the rules, there isn't an option to forcibly drag a Three-Tribulation Emperor Venerable like me into undergoing the seven tribulations."
"That's why it looks like thunder roaring loudly, but only a few raindrops falling."
Sikong Jing murmured to himself. Of course, these were merely guesses.
As for the vague rules of the Burial Emperor Tribulation, he could not see through them for now. And the so-called loud thunder was only relative.
In truth...
These past two months of facing the tribulation alone had been an utterly terrifying trial for Sikong Jing.
But because Sikong Jing had experienced the Burial Emperor Tribulations of Golden Dragon Wuhai and the other two, he had advanced greatly once again. On top of that, over these two months of tribulation, he had continuously absorbed the essence blood of Nine Heavens Magic Beasts while gaining a deeper comprehension of the eighth level of the Nine Heavens Dark Demon Sword...
That was how he had succeeded in one stroke.
In fact, Sikong Jing had now reached the mid-stage of the Three-Tribulation Emperor Venerable realm.
With his terrifying rate of progress, he had blasted through the solitary six-tribulation ordeal. That was why it had appeared so easy to the people and beasts around him.
Looking again at the Snow-Tempered Sword in his hand, Sikong Jing thought to himself...
"It truly isn't the time to unleash the Mad Beast Sword Dao against the Burial Emperor Tribulation."
"For now, I'd better not stir up extra trouble. I can't really provoke the Burial Emperor Tribulation beyond endurance—there are still many things I need to do."
As he thought, Sikong Jing slightly adjusted his breathing, then swept his gaze over