Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!
This round of the Nine Tribulations Scripture went on striking for a very long time.
How long?
It struck Li Su for nearly nine days and nine nights.
Its sole purpose was utter extermination; its emphasis was on fighting until one side died.
The horizontal inscription: DIE FOR ME!
It was far too brutal. Only within this special space could it be endured—if this had happened outside, everything within a hundred-kilometer radius would probably have been blasted to pieces.
Fortunately, though the lightning tribulation was terrifying—
Li Su had adapted to it. At the very least, his primordial spirit had.
Worthy indeed of being a true scripture inscribed upon an ancient cauldron—it was absurdly powerful. Just eight hundred characters had completely pinned down his soul. No matter how the lightning raged through his fleshly body, his primordial spirit did not waver in the slightest. When it came to suppression, Li Su was willing to call it the number-one divine scripture of the Nine Provinces.
Eight hundred characters were like eight hundred nails, directly making his primordial spirit eight times more stable and nearly doubling its strength.
Of course, the price was not nonexistent.
Li Su's mind was truly exhausted right now. Though his primordial spirit looked radiant on the outside, it was utterly dry within. Even ten true scriptures shining brightly and continuously releasing special substances could not replenish it. There was no helping it—the difficulty of refining this scripture was simply too great. If the life force provided by the lotus platform itself had not been capable of repairing not only the flesh but also, to some extent, the spirit, he could never have reached this point.
Unfortunately, he still had not completed the refinement of a thousand characters.
Though a phantom of an ancient cauldron