Chapter 4890 — A Man-Made Lightning Tribulation
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"Look—the tribulation above Xiaotao has already begun to weaken, but the way she looks, her spiritual root doesn't seem to have fully merged yet?" Wei Zhao said with some concern.
"Truly?" Wang Xinyan was startled. Huang Xiaotao's expression was indeed one of deep struggle; apart from the sting of the lightning's power, only the merging of a spiritual root could bring such agony.
"Now that you mention it, I felt it too—the tribulation wasn't as powerful as I'd imagined. Toward the end it was barely enough to temper my spiritual root. Good thing I merged quickly enough, or I might have fallen short at the final step." Huo Yudie spoke with lingering fear.
The lightning tribulation was undoubtedly an ordeal, yet it was also an indispensable source of power for merging one's spiritual root. Once the tribulation weakened at the end, falling short was inevitable—of this, Wei Zhao knew deeply.
"It's not just you and Xiaotao whose tribulations were weak. Look at the others—the tribulations are generally much weaker than the ones we saw on the road before." Wei Zhao shook his head.
"That's right—now that you say it, it really is so!" Only then did Wang Xinyan and Huo Yudie notice, and they could not help asking in puzzlement, "Why is that?"
"I don't know. But the tribulations I drew down earlier were dozens of times stronger than yours—and more than once. Perhaps it was because of me." Wei Zhao smiled bitterly.
"Dozens of times stronger?!" Both women were badly startled. With lingering fear they looked Wei Zhao up and down, and only when they saw he was unharmed did they set their minds at ease, then exchanged glances with each other.
As the three spoke, the tribulation over Huang Xiaotao's head grew ever fainter, on the verge of vanishing altogether. Seeing this, Wei Zhao's heart clenched—she was about to fail!
His thoughts racing, Wei Zhao glanced about and saw that no one was watching anymore. The few who had remained had, seeing that Wei Zhao had no intention of interfering, promptly seized the chance and slipped into the tribulation nodes Wang Xinyan and Huo Yudie had vacated. Boldness feeds the daring, and starves the timid.
"It's no good!" Wang Xinyan and Huo Yudie both tensed at once. If the tribulation dispersed midway, Huang Xiaotao's efforts this time would truly come to nothing.
Then lightning flashed suddenly in Wei Zhao's eyes. He raised his hand and sent a bolt of lightning to bolster it. The two women were badly startled—they knew Wei Zhao could wield the power of lightning, but before it had been at most a thin arc. Never had they seen one as thick as a bucket of water!
The tribulation had already been fading, but with Wei Zhao's supplement it flared up again like a dying man's last rally, once more terrifying in its power. It would not last long, but Huang Xiaotao had already reached the final pass, and though this bolt put her through additional agony, it also helped her successfully merge her spiritual root. She broke through and emerged a newly advanced expert of the early Xuan Sheng stage.
"Wonderful!" Wang Xinyan and Huo Yudie were overjoyed—but when they turned to look at Wei Zhao, their faces were those of women beholding a monster. What he had just done was far too shocking; even they could not take it in all at once.
If a casual bolt of lightning could rival a lightning tribulation, then could Wei Zhao not help others through their tribulations with the greatest of ease? He was practically a living, walking tribulation node.
True, the early Xuan Sheng stage and the great perfection of the Nascent Soul were worlds apart—two entirely different realms of strength. But was Wei Zhao's rise in power not a bit too absurd?
If a casual bolt could rival a tribulation, then would Wei Zhao not truly be invincible among the Xuan Sheng stage from now on?