Using tribulation lightning to open the purple tower was a viable path, but also one that relied on a perilous gambit.
A golden core was condensed through refining and hammering, with the yellow court as the furnace, gang and baleful intent as the medicines, and five elements magical power as the fire, forming a seamless, leakless true form and pursuing the true meaning of indestructibility.
Even a golden core refined this way trembled beneath the elixir-washing tribulation, liable to fall apart at the slightest misstep-how much more so the Niwan Palace within the brain?
If something went wrong when lightning entered the brain, the lighter consequence would be turmoil among the souls and po; the graver, their utter dispersal.
Thus, this was a clear path, but also a dangerous one.
Many people in this world were unwilling to take that risk. They opened the purple tower through other secret methods, or waited until they were familiar with tribulation lightning and had prepared enough treasures to withstand it, opening the purple tower during their second wash or third wash instead.
But time waits for no one. Now that the Eight-Armed Dragon King has delivered this opportunity to me, bringing the Tribulation of Lightning forward by forty-five years, how could I disappoint his kind intentions?
So Cheng Xinzhan thought.
But he still had one concern: here, in full public view... His gaze shifted from the tribulation lightning and swept around him, only to discover that the two senior masters had long since shrouded the surroundings of his tribulation clouds with secret arts, leaving everything hazy and indistinct, like gauze and mist.
Cheng Xinzhan laughed despite himself. Of course. How could these two senior masters have failed to think of something even he had considered?
With that, he had no more worries.
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