Mystic Thunder Three Tribulations Transformation

The moment the heavenly tribulation truly descended, Qi Xuan's vision went blank.

Had he not been part of the Heavenly Tribulation Ritual himself, he would have been blasted to ashes long ago.

Perhaps some true experts could withstand a heavenly tribulation head-on and survive, but that certainly wasn't something Qi Xuan could do.

He was only a Soul Grandmaster, for crying out loud.

Just as his consciousness began to scatter, a cool chill surged from his mind, protecting his last shred of awareness amid the raging lightning.

"If you're trying to kill yourself, brat, you could choose a less painful way." An aged voice rang out.

"Elder Yi, you're awake!" Qi Xuan was overjoyed.

"I woke up when that fellow who toys with souls appeared." Electrolux's voice brimmed with disdain. "Nothing but a clown who delights in tormenting souls. He'll never amount to much."

Qi Xuan immediately lost his cool. "So I didn't need to summon this heavenly tribulation at all? You could've stirred yourself a little sooner!"

Seriously, if he'd known Elder Yi was awake, he could have ridden straight onto the enemy's face-who cared whether they were the Holy Spirit Cult's leader, a consecrator, or a supreme elder? When it came to playing with souls, could any of them compare to the Holy Necromancer, Undead Calamity Electrolux?

Elder Yi was equally speechless. "I didn't expect you to act that quickly either. I was just about to recite a poem."

Qi Xuan had no words for this elderly show-off. "So what do we do now that we're both about to get struck dead?"

Elder Yi chuckled. "Take another look."

Only then did Qi Xuan notice a layer of gray power surrounding him, faintly forming a skull that sheltered him within.

"Wait, aren't you a soul too? Why isn't the heavenly tribulation hurting you?"

Electrolux said proudly, "Refusing to study necromancy out of fear of heavenly tribulation is how a useless coward thinks."

"Tell me, where do you think necromancy and heavenly tribulation intersect?"

The deceased and their cause of death, probably.

Qi Xuan grumbled inwardly, but still followed Electrolux's line of reasoning.

Purification.

"Exactly. Your comprehension is almost on par with your senior sister Cai'er's." Electrolux sounded pleased. "The reason I earned the title 'Holy' all those years ago was my mastery of pure light power. That remained true even after I began studying necromancy."

"These two seem diametrically opposed, yet they share something deep within. I was worried you wouldn't be able to inherit my mantle, but now it seems fate decided this long ago."

"Old man, don't get me killed! With the way your necromancy looks, I'd be labeled an Evil Soul Master the moment I used it!"

"Then find somewhere deserted and use it in secret." Electrolux was deeply pained by Qi Xuan's inflexibility.

"All right. Since you still have the energy to bicker with me, your mind should be fine. Now prepare to reconstitute your body."

Huh? What do you mean, reconstitute?

The next instant, Electrolux withdrew his power, and the vast force of the lightning pierced straight through Qi Xuan's entire body.

"I won't tell you anything! Aaaaah..."

The electricity left Qi Xuan in such agony that he wished he were dead, and his brain involuntarily began reenacting short videos he'd watched in his previous life.

Amid the torrent of pain, his body actually began reshaping itself and taking form.

Heavenly tribulation was both judgment and trial.

Qi Xuan himself had summoned the heavenly tribulation and counted as part of it. Nor had he committed any heinous crimes, so naturally, it had no grounds to condemn him.

The tribulations Soul Beasts faced every hundred thousand years were, in essence, attempts to borrow a path from heaven as their allotted lifespans drew to an end. Failure meant death.

Under Elder Yi's protection of his soul, Qi Xuan had successfully preserved a shred of clarity without collapsing. That counted as surviving the heavenly tribulation, so, just like a Soul Beast that passed its trial, he deserved a reward.

As a transmigrator, Qi Xuan's real cheat was his absurd physical stats, so ordinarily, all he needed to do was trade punches with people.

Previously, his body had generally allowed him to fight opponents a full realm above him, such as when he fought Shi Meng in the Great Soul Arena or took on the Hell White Tiger alone.

But now, after heaven and earth had reshaped his body, Qi Xuan felt that his strength had increased dramatically once again.

What sane person uses heavenly tribulation to temper their body?

By his own estimate, his current physical toughness could essentially match the Golden Dragon King's.

Simple mechanics, stats filled in with someone's feet.

Moreover, he could feel his martial soul faintly showing signs of evolution.

Really, it would have been stranger if it hadn't evolved after taking a heavenly tribulation blast.

The Little Thunder Dragon that had stayed beside Qi Xuan nudged curiously this way and that, tracing circles around him.

Born from yin lightning, he felt a strong affinity with the aura emanating from Qi Xuan.

This was a virgi... an aura of pure yang!

And so he plunged headfirst through the crown of Qi Xuan's head.

Qi Xuan had been very satisfied with his gains. With his current physique, absorbing a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring would be more than manageable.

But a savage burst of power suddenly shot straight down from his forehead.

"There's another expert?"

Qi Xuan circulated his soul power, held his breath, and looked within. A Thunder Dragon swam through his meridians, traveling throughout his body without obstruction.

At last, after circling his dantian for a long while, he settled down contentedly.

The little fellow had originally been a wisp of sentience nurtured by heaven and earth. After being tempered by the heavenly tribulation, his intelligence had grown considerably as well.

Wait!

Qi Xuan suddenly felt the soul power bottleneck that had held him back for months begin to loosen.

That wasn't right. How could he level up without a Soul Ring...?

The countless streaks of lightning the Little Thunder Dragon had left while circling Qi Xuan suddenly converged, closing around him.

They forcibly formed a Soul Ring!

Are you even a Soul Beast? How are you providing a Soul Ring?

Qi Xuan stared, dumbfounded.

In theory, the little dragon was merely a wisp of spiritual essence that had awakened a measure of intelligence.

If he were regarded as a Soul Beast, then his voluntary fusion with Qi Xuan would constitute a sacrifice.

No, it was more like the Soul Spirits that would appear later.

As the Little Thunder Dragon fused completely with him, Qi Xuan now possessed both yin and yang lightning energies. They converged and circulated within him in an endless cycle.

In that instant, an invisible barrier seemed to break, and Qi Xuan could feel his martial soul evolve.

Yin and yang resonated, revealing the profound truth of the Way. At this moment, his lightning was no longer an ordinary lightning element.

It was Yin-Yang Mystic Thunder.

Or, put another way, ultimate lightning!

Yin-Yang Mystic Thunder's effects manifested in two aspects: yang lightning governed offense, upright and ferocious, conquering all; yin lightning governed nourishment, lying hidden within all things until the time came for them to awaken.

In other words, Qi Xuan could now not only fight, but run fast and even heal himself.

He was an all-rounder with every stat maxed out.

His martial soul's evolution was naturally worth celebrating, but Qi Xuan still gazed with mixed feelings at his third Soul Ring, which was a full size larger than his first two.

The Little Thunder Dragon's power could grow, becoming stronger as Qi Xuan progressed.

The Soul Ring he had given Qi Xuan could grow as well, automatically rising to the limit Qi Xuan could currently withstand.

Purple, purple, black!

His new skill also surfaced in his mind.

Third Soul Skill, Mystic Thunder Three Tribulations Transformation!