Before long, the dense tribulation clouds spanning dozens of miles above Spring Leaf Island suddenly dispersed completely.
About the time it took to drink a cup of tea later, a faint black shadow suddenly shot out from Spring Leaf Island.
At the same time, an incomparably venomous voice descended.
"Boy, remember this! When you attempt Spirit Transformation, I will return. When that time comes, I will make your soul sink into eternal damnation!"
Then a strange humming abruptly rang out, like Sanskrit chants of the Great Dao.
Immediately afterward, countless multicolored specks of light appeared out of thin air, growing ever more numerous as they formed clusters of spiritual energy clouds and gathered together.
In the blink of an eye, an enormous spiritual energy vortex formed in the sky, flashing with multicolored radiance, dazzling beyond compare.
As the spiritual energy vortex spun, it grew ever larger. More spiritual energy clusters formed around it and rapidly converged upon it.
In a short time, it had already blanketed a vast area three hundred miles across.
This strange celestial phenomenon was immensely spectacular. An unimaginable spiritual energy aura emanated from it, as though merely taking a breath of it could vastly increase one's cultivation.
At the edge of this enormous spiritual energy vortex, dozens of cultivators had gathered. All of them were at least at the Core Formation realm, divided into four groups—the cultivators of four sects.
The leading cultivators in each of the four groups possessed especially powerful spiritual pressure. They were clearly all Nascent Soul Cultivators.
The expressions on everyone's faces were exceptionally vivid.
Shock, admiration, envy, jealousy—every emotion was present.
True Monarch Cangya tugged at his beard, his eyes filled with disbelief as he muttered, "Such a terrifying lightning tribulation, and he actually truly survived it.
"Moreover, judging from this,