Li Ping'an had carefully studied the mechanisms of tribulation lightning.
There were several kinds of tribulation lightning. One followed the number of the Heavenly Spirits, with thirty-six transformations.
Another followed the number of the Earthly Fiends, with seventy-two transformations in all.
Different methods produced different calculations, and different fortunes and misfortunes.
It was mysterious beyond imagining, but after countless predecessors had spent tens of thousands of years studying it, some patterns had finally emerged.
For example, the tribulation lightning of the yang spirit targeted only the soul, and those undergoing the tribulation all sent their own souls out of their bodies and into the heavenly lightning.
Surviving tribulation lightning depended on the soul's accumulated strength and the resilience of the mind.
Some mighty cultivators never cultivated their entire lives, spending their days reading and expounding their teachings instead. In their twilight years, their souls left their bodies, passed through seven tribulations in succession, and attained the rank of Great Confucian.
With this kind of tribulation lightning, others could do nothing to help.
This kind of tribulation lightning was a calamity, but also a blessing.
After its baptism, one would enter an entirely new realm.
But there was another kind of tribulation lightning, born specifically to strike cultivators dead.
Such was the tribulation lightning Run Tu was about to face.
If you survived it, you could count yourself lucky. If you didn't, all you could say was that eighteen years later, you would be a fine fellow once more.
Through Uncle-Master Liuyun's divinations, Li Ping'an had learned that Run Tu's heavenly tribulation would arrive in a year.
It seemed they would have to prepare thoroughly.
"Old Ox, are you ready?"
Old Ox took out several Storage Rings. These held all the assets they could currently draw upon.
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