"You... you... you... impossible!"
With that glare from Xiao Ying, the Blood Xuan Witch King became even more certain that Xiao Ying's mind was clear, which only deepened his bewilderment.
Generally speaking, when a promotion ritual summoned a heavenly tribulation, aside from representing a Great Dao audit, its primary purpose was to temper the Totem Pillar and cleanse the countless distracting thoughts generated by ritually refining it, preventing the High Priest from going mad. Unless something unexpected happened, only a very unlucky few would be struck dead by the tribulation!
Yet the Black Tower High Priest showed no sign of distracting thoughts entangling his soul, despite being only in the Heavenly Shaman Realm. What was going on?!
"It must be because the tribe has only five hundred thousand members!"
In the end, the Blood Xuan Witch King could only attribute this strange phenomenon to the tribe's small population.
After all, throughout the ages, Barbarian Tribes seeking promotion to a heaven-grade tribe had numbered at least in the millions or tens of millions; populations in the hundreds of millions were normal. The difference was that their High Priests were almost all in the Witch Emperor Realm, with an exceptional few being merely Witch Kings. There had never been one below Witch King. Yet the Black Tower High Priest was a mere Heavenly Shaman-a gap no smaller than that between five hundred thousand and hundreds of millions!
This was a Supreme Genius!
He created miracles and made the impossible possible. Otherwise, how could he become the hope of all Barbarian Tribes?!
Boom...
The first wave of heavenly tribulation descended, bursting into lightning that flashed across the sky. The Heaven-Supporting Pagoda blazed with dark radiance, its spirituality clearly growing stronger, its presence becoming more majestic and imposing.
Faint traces of lightning reached the