He Pingsheng glanced over. The man was none other than Daoist Long Yuan of the Qi Kingdom.
Long Yuan's figure flashed across the mountain and vanished without a trace. Naturally, He Pingsheng had no way to fight him to the death now.
He could only raise his head and gaze into the void, hoping that even a sliver of creation golden light would descend.
After all, when Qiao Huizhu underwent her eight-nine heavenly tribulation, creation golden light descended to stabilize her body. Surely I should get some too?
But...
There really was none!
Not even a fart.
He Pingsheng's face twisted with bitterness. A nine-nine heavenly tribulation, and this is all I get?
Indeed, everyone thought he had undergone a three-nine heavenly tribulation.
But only he knew that what he had just survived was a nine-nine heavenly tribulation.
When the second wave of tribulation lightning descended, a flash of understanding had illuminated his mind, and everything became clear.
His heavenly tribulation had not begun with the first wave.
Everyone else began with the first wave, followed by the second.
He had started with the seventh wave.
Then came the eighth and ninth waves.
As for where the first six waves had gone?
Well...
The Heavenly Dao had transferred the first six waves onto the Ninth Prince.
It was just that absurd!
Which raised another question: what sort of tribulation lightning had the Ninth Prince originally been facing?
Who knew!
In any case, because of He Pingsheng, the Ninth Prince had stumbled into a pile of dog-shit luck. He had received He Pingsheng's six paths of heavenly thunder and picked up some of his fortune as well.
His meteoric rise was assured.
Of course, He Pingsheng's own fortune had not diminished as a result.
He took out a [Golden Bone Pill]-supreme