"The Lightning Calamity is easy enough to understand. A Thunder Tribulation descends from heaven and strikes you, serving as heaven's test of you. If you have cultivated properly, perceived your true nature, and understood your heart, you can foresee it and evade it. Evade it, and your lifespan will equal heaven's; fail, and your life naturally ends there..." the white-robed old Daoist continued.
"How does this Lightning Calamity compare to the Thunder Tribulation one faces when ascending?" Shen Luo asked.
"The two cannot be spoken of in the same breath. A Thunder Tribulation can still be resisted with spells and divine abilities, but a Lightning Calamity absolutely cannot. You can only foresee it and evade it. Otherwise, your life ends there," the white-robed old Daoist said at once.
Shen Luo's heart tightened slightly at this, and he hurriedly committed it to memory.
"The Lightning Calamity can still be evaded by understanding your heart, but the Fire Tribulation that comes another five hundred years later is not so easily avoided. This fire is neither mortal fire nor Heavenly Fire, but 'Yin Fire.' Once it descends, it burns upward from beneath the Yongquan Acupoints on the soles of your feet, all the way through the Mud Pellet Palace, reducing your five organs to ashes and your limbs to withered decay. Even a thousand years of arduous cultivation can hardly escape being reduced to nothing in a single day," the white-robed old Daoist said slowly.
As Shen Luo reeled in shock, the silver-armored man took over:
"After another five hundred years, a Wind Tribulation descends. It is neither the east, south, west, or north wind of the Mortal Realm, nor the warm wind, autumn wind, or bitter north wind, nor the wind among flowers, willows, pines, and bamboo. It is called 'Bì Wind.'