Endless lightning descended from the nine heavens, opening with eighty-one tribulation bolts. Every bolt carried wisps of Chaos energy, terrifying beyond measure.
Even an expert at the early quasi-saint stage would suffer grievous injuries, if not die outright, from taking such a strike head-on.
And all of this was merely the beginning.
With the Purple-Black Gourd hovering above his head and the Heaven Measuring Ruler in his hand, Daochen instantly shattered every descending bolt of Thunder before it could reach him.
Yet somehow, one or two, four or five, even a dozen or twenty bolts of Chaos lightning always happened to blast toward Yuanshi.
Wearing a mournful expression, Yuanshi waved the Pangu Banner, unleashing streams of Chaos energy to shatter the Thunder.
Inwardly, however, he cursed nonstop.
Anyone could tell that Daochen had deliberately diverted those bolts of Chaos lightning toward him.
Otherwise, with Daochen's strength, there was no way he could fail to withstand the first wave of Thunder and let any bolts slip through the net.
But what could Yuanshi do? He could only endure it and pray that Daochen would not toy him to death.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Bolts of Thunder fell one after another. At first, they contained only a trace of Chaos energy, but later, half of each bolt had transformed into milky-white currents of Chaos.
Their power grew with every strike.
Even Yuanshi gradually began to struggle.
Watching from afar, Laozi, Tongtian, and the others broke into a cold sweat on Yuanshi's behalf.
Being struck by Thunder like that was no pleasant experience!
Deep within the tribulation clouds, however, Daochen was already enveloped in Thunder laden with boundless, concentrated Chaos energy.
What everyone found utterly unbelievable was this.
The Purple-Black Gourd above Daochen's head and the Heaven Measuring Ruler vanished in an instant. Then