Thunder Tribulation

At the foot of White Profound Mountain.

A small town was packed with cultivators who had come to witness an ascension.

After years of travel, Qin Yang had long since disguised himself as an ordinary Daoist. Blending into the crowd, he entered a small teahouse and took a seat.

The little teahouse was now almost entirely occupied by cultivators, chatting in twos and threes.

"I wonder whether Senior Tian Chenzi will be able to successfully pass the thunder tribulation this time."

Someone spoke up.

"Indeed. Before Senior Tian Chenzi, two seniors had already failed to pass their thunder tribulations. Even their Primordial Spirits were reduced to ashes beneath the tribulation lightning."

Someone sighed.

The power of a thunder tribulation was simply too terrifying.

Once one failed to overcome it, a cultivator had only one ending: body perished and Dao vanished.

Yet even so, cultivators still rushed forward one after another for the sake of ascending to the upper realm.

Because remaining in the lower realm made it utterly impossible to attain the path of immortality. In the end, one could only die when one's lifespan ran dry.

"Tian Chenzi has cultivated for over a thousand years and possesses several Dharma Artifacts for protection."

"I think there is an eighty or ninety percent chance that he will succeed."

A Daoist dressed in a cyan robe said.

"I think so too. If even Senior Tian Chenzi cannot get through it..."

"Then I fear no one in our realm will be able to overcome the thunder tribulation!"

Someone echoed him.

"There is no use in us saying so much here. We will know the result in three days."

The cyan-robed Daoist said.

Qin Yang's gaze flickered upon hearing this.

Three days from now. The timing was just right.

With that thought, he rose