Time flies like an arrow, the years shift and turn.
Tianxia, year 2286.
In Yun Meng City, within the Myriad Phenomena Dao sect, inside the cultivation chamber of Vice Dean Wang Changming, a pair of eyes radiant as fixed stars suddenly opened; Dragon and Tiger roared, Vermilion Bird cried melodiously.
Lightning danced chaotically within the empty chamber.
Between flesh and bone, Qi-blood surged like a great flood.
"It is time to undergo Tribulation."
...
Dean's office.
Lu Chenzhou's clone abruptly opened his eyes.
"Master is about to Breakthrough Seventh?"
Wang Changming nodded.
Lu Chenzhou had never felt nervous when facing Tribulation himself, yet now, as his master faced it, his palm was slick with sweat.
"Master, how confident are you?"
Wang Changming pondered, then said:
"Eighty percent, perhaps."
"Truly?"
"Give or take."
