This body, forged with vast resources and countless top-tier methods of the hundred arts, was ultimately destroyed by the great Dao-attainment tribulation Bai Ming had invoked himself.
Yet at the instant his form shattered, Yang Yuanhong sensed an exceedingly faint fluctuation of divine soul slipping away.
He immediately swung his dragon tail to intercept it, only to discover that he could not touch it at all.
It was as though that wisp of soul did not exist in the same world as him, and what he had perceived was merely its projection in this realm.
The power of spatial Daoist Magic? Was it a method left behind by his old man?
Yang Yuanhong gave it some brief thought, but did not dwell on it. He merely committed the matter to memory.
Because compared to worrying about where Bai Ming's wisp of soul had gone, he had something more important to deal with.
The five-colored great tribulation in the heavens had been drawn forth by Bai Ming's Dao attainment.
Now that both his body and soul had scattered, leaving only a wisp of soul to flee through space, the absence of this crucial tribulation-bearer meant that the great tribulation would soon fade away as well.
But just as Bai Ming had wailed and begged from inside Yang Yuanhong's belly, this five-colored great tribulation was a once-in-a-millennium opportunity and immense fortune.
Though the five-colored lightning tribulation possessed overwhelming power, with each bolt more perilous than the last, so long as one could withstand it, each would be equivalent to a baptism by the Great Dao.
Yang Yuanhong had already kindly blocked the first four bolts for Bai Ming. Naturally, he would not let this final Black Death Lightning Tribulation slip away.
However, without the tribulation-bearer, the lightning tribulation was destined not to