Chapter 4888 — A Tenfold Lightning Tribulation
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The two drew down lightning like madmen, and Wei Zhao remained wholly unaware of it. Aided by this ferocious tribulation, he forcibly fused all eight attribute roots into one, transforming them into an entirely new composite eightfold spirit root!
Even masters of the Mystic Ascension Stage possessed only composite spirit roots, and a composite threefold spirit root was already a rare creature. Wei Zhao's composite eightfold spirit root was utterly unprecedented; it was doubtful such a singular freak as he would ever appear again.
Thanks to the two of them, Wei Zhao not only fused all eight attribute roots but still had a raging tribulation overhead. He simply struck while the iron was hot and began a further round of consolidation and tempering.
Because the lightning attribute root had moved first, his new composite eightfold spirit root was now lightning-dominant. This did not hinder the other attributes from coming into play, but the mightiest force within his body had become the power of lightning.
This would have been unimaginable before. After all, the power of lightning had never been a mainstay of Wei Zhao's offensive and defensive system—at best, relying on its unmatched speed, it served as an opening technique to harass foes; against a strong enemy it could inflict no real harm.
But now all was different. In mere moments the power of lightning had grown a hundredfold, a thousandfold; loosed from his hand, it would no longer be that thin little arc, but a genuine, devastating thunderbolt!
And the crucial thing was that it did not stop there. Even as the ceaseless tribulation overhead tempered his new composite eightfold spirit root, it further swelled the lightning power within him.
By now the tribulation was no longer torment to him, but a genuine enjoyment—like swallowing a great tonic pill. Let the tribulations come as they would; the swelling, filling sensation of that power within him could be described in a single word: bliss.
Boom! Boom! The tenfold tribulation pounded Wei Zhao's head without cease, an apocalyptic scene as though the Thunder Burial were descending.
By this time few dared remain nearby to watch. After all, if such a horrifying tribulation node were simply given to them, they would not dare take it. Even standing far outside, they were struck from time to time by stray lightning, and the merest graze left them half dead with exquisite agony. To sit inside this tribulation node—that sensation was beyond imagining!
They were no immortal cockroaches like Wei Zhao, who did not so much as flinch even after his very bones were struck out of him. Were they in his place, a hundred lives would have been snuffed out long ago.
It was not only those watching on the spot—in truth, the whole Road of Titans had fallen into a state of panic. Word of the tenfold tribulation spread, and people took it as a sign that the Thunder Burial had come early. Though no past trial had ever overlapped with a Thunder Burial, what if this time it did?
In any case, the sudden appearance of a tenfold tribulation was surely abnormal. To be safe, disciples of every academy who caught wind of it were already thinking of fleeing early.
Whether their assault on the Mystic Ascension succeeded or failed, none intended to linger here long. Some of the especially timid, believing the rumors simply because everyone repeated them, did not even wait for their own breakthrough attempt—they abandoned the chance altogether. Better safe than sorry, after all.