Experiencing tribulations in a world with lower-level rules was not entirely a bad thing. Zheng Qing understood that.
Back when he had studied the Transformation Spell under Professor Yi, Professor Yi had mentioned that tribulations in a Small World could dissolve some of a wizard's karma and reduce the risk of tribulations erupting later. That was also why many wizards chose to venture into the New World.
But knowing was one thing.
Facing a heavenly tribulation head-on was another.
Above the shattered ancient castle.
The swirling black clouds seemed to be sinking lower and lower. The green-glowing Dark Mark survived in midair for only a few breaths before being swallowed by the ever-descending vortex. At the vortex's edge, stark white lightning intertwined and flashed, releasing heart-palpitating Magic Power fluctuations. This power gathered by heaven and earth spread from the edges toward the center in layer upon layer of circular traces, one ring nested within another. At the very center, the Magic Power was so dense it was nearly liquefied, seeming ready to fall as a torrential downpour the very next second.
Yet the wizards in the Chamber of Secrets all knew that if that Magic Power fell, it would not merely soak their robes and hair like real rain.
"I remember..."
Zheng Qing pondered for a moment, removed the tabby's tail from his mouth, and had barely uttered three words before Yellow Flower Cat interrupted him again.
"—Don't tell me what you 'think'!"
It had clearly guessed what the young Legend was about to say. Its ears twitched irritably. "The Transformation Spell can only delay the onset of tribulation, not prevent it... unless you spend your whole life as a cat, like that Great Octopus in the library... Don't forget what I just said. Encountering this thing here is a