A sound state of mind was an indispensable factor in succeeding at the tribulation. Wen Xu looked inward at his Wind-Spiral Golden Core, already scattered and falling apart, then, without bothering to guide it, slammed straight into the heavenly lightning.
Each bolt was stronger than the last, and the pain grew ever more distinct. The Nascent Soul Formation guide stated that after the third tribulation lightning bolt, the process of dissolving the core would be completely over. Every tribulation lightning bolt afterward possessed the power to question one's Dao Heart.
A Nascent Soul grew according to a cultivator's Dao Heart. Whatever shape the Dao Heart took, that was the shape the Nascent Soul would take.
Wen Xu thought, What does my Dao Heart look like?
He realized that he did not actually have a fully clear understanding of it. Or rather, he knew very clearly what he wanted his Nascent Soul to look like, but what would it truly become? Perhaps there was a vague shadow in the depths of his heart, yet he did not dare truly reach out and touch it.
But the tribulation lightning did not give Wen Xu much time to think. The fourth bolt soon came surging down. His sword met the lightning, erupting in a clash of sparks fiercer than any before, and amid those sparks, Wen Xu seemed to see himself... smiling.
Had he turned into Chen Zui, that saber-training fanatic?!
What was there to laugh about?
Even he was startled, yet in that instant, he felt that it was only natural. Tribulation lightning flowed into his body once more, its rampaging power forcing a pained groan from him.
It really hurt. Chunchou had not lied to him after all.
Bian Chunchou had never seen Wen Xu-Xu in such a sorry state. Even