Time flowed on, and several months passed in the blink of an eye.
Luo Yue sat cross-legged at the entrance to the Underground Palace, taking sips of Dragon Marrow as she cultivated and occasionally picking up the Heaven-Mending Stone to give the Stone Coffin a couple of good whacks. Every month, she underwent another Heavenly Tribulation.
And she was not the only one advancing. Little Ming was evolving constantly too, and had already reached the peak of Four Extremes.
One human and one flood dragon took turns undergoing tribulations in the Underground Palace, leaving the thing inside the Stone Coffin feeling as miserable as if it had swallowed shit. All it could do was watch the heaven-deceiving Dao patterns on the coffin grow weaker and weaker.
How many Heavenly Tribulations had there been over these past few months?
Four? Five?
The deity of the remnant lung inside the Stone Coffin had long since lost count.
It could only watch the destructive sea of lightning roar and rage beyond the "vacuum" created by the Heaven-Deceiving Coffin. Whenever another Heavenly Tribulation descended, the ancient, indistinct runes on the coffin flashed violently, and maintaining its heaven-deceiving Dao resonance consumed still more of its essence.
The once profound and unfathomable Dao patterns were now visibly dimming, like a candle guttering in the wind. Spiderweb cracks spread silently from the bottom of the coffin up to its lid. A few fine lines of runes had even vanished altogether, leaving glaring blanks.
These were two fucking little freaks!
Who the hell underwent tribulations as easily as eating and drinking? She handled them with such leisurely ease that anyone who did not know better would have thought she was taking a bath in that sea of lightning!
The deity in the Stone Coffin was on the verge