He sat cross-legged in the void, seemingly merged completely with nature, a sense of the Dao of Naturalness drifting from his body.
All sounds fell silent; the Dipper turned and the stars shifted.
Shi Qingyun did not know how long he had sat motionless in the void. Within him, that drop of Spirit-Absorbing Liquid poured streams of energy into his limbs and bones.
Strange runes emerged across his body, surging with extraordinary power.
Suddenly, radiant light blazed billions of feet from his body, its brilliance illuminating this entire world.
Within that radiance, a golden figure slowly stepped out, his face identical to Shi Qingyun's.
Only, the golden figure exuded a sacred aura, his every movement subtly aligning with the Great Dao. Behind him hung a Chaos Divine Ring in which Yin and Yang intertwined.
As his eyes opened and closed, the sun and moon reversed, and Yin and Yang flowed backward.
The very next instant, a vast bank of black thunderclouds abruptly surged across the firmament, streaks of lightning flashing within.
Purple thunder resounded across the wilderness. Within those thunderclouds, towering figures could vaguely be seen standing.
They all cast their gazes toward Shi Qingyun, their eyes utterly indifferent, as though mocking an ignorant man who defied heaven.
This was a true lightning tribulation. The Immortal Ancient Secret Realm possessed a complete order of the Great Dao, which was why lightning tribulations could arise here.
If Shi Qingyun wanted to obtain his third strand of immortal qi, he would have to accompany his primordial spirit through this lightning tribulation.
The difficulty was readily imaginable. Leaving aside whether he could survive the lightning tribulation, merely keeping his primordial spirit from being shattered by lightning would be as difficult as ascending to heaven.
Yet as Shi Qingyun watched the lightning continuously churning