Luo Shuangquan, upon hearing these words, wanted to cry but had no tears. He could only lie on the ground, moaning continuously to feign pity, hoping the great ancestor would spare him from further punishment.
...
Time flew by, and years passed in a blink.
In mid-July, the sky above one of the canopy layers of the Da Chun Divine Tree was dense with dark clouds, thunder and lightning raged, and torrential rain poured ceaselessly.
Deep within the thick thunderclouds, a figure clad in armor was hovering, bathed in countless lightning bolts. From a distance, it seemed as if someone was crossing a tribulation.
At this moment, Zhao Sheng had a look of enjoyment on his face. Billions of thunder powers surged madly through his armor into every part of his body, with most being absorbed by the Core Energy Sea in his dantian and quickly refined into drops of Purple Cloud Magical Power.
