That day, Wenlong rose delightedly beside the Great Black Stone after finishing his cultivation, excitement written plainly across his face.
His Sword Dao and Array Formation had both reached the pinnacle of mastery. Even his own cultivation had reached the threshold of the second level of the Infinite Realm.
Thoroughly satisfied, he headed home, planning to spend some time with his family and get a little rest along the way.
Then there were the preparations for his Tribulation Transcendence. This time, he had to make sure everything was ready. He could not let himself be reduced to such a sorry state as last time.
Whenever he remembered his last Tribulation Transcendence, his hatred for Number Three made his teeth itch.
He remembered how the lightning fire had burned off all his clothes during Tribulation Transcendence. Instead of helping him get dressed, Number Three had simply carried him home.
His backside had still been bare! Number Three had been far too careless. Just thinking about it made him furious, and only after giving Number Three a beating had he finally vented his anger.
Suddenly, he remembered that the Three-Colored Lightning Tribulation had entered his body during Tribulation Transcendence, though it had caused him no discomfort.
He had forgotten about it at the time. Only now, as he was about to face his second-level tribulation, did he remember the Three-Colored Lightning Tribulation entering his body.
Wenlong immediately sat down to meditate and examine himself internally, wanting to see whether the three-colored tribulation lightning was still inside him.
After examining his entire body, he finally found the Three-Colored Lightning Tribulation in his dantian.
The Ice Spirit, the Fire Spirit, and the Three-Colored Lightning Tribulation each occupied a separate part of his dantian, coexisting peacefully.
However, the Ice Spirit and the Fire Spirit kept