The Fall of the High Heaven Alliance and the Three Heavenly Sects

With both the Fire and Wind Tribulations behind him, only the Lightning Tribulation remained.

As a result, in the very next moment, a thick layer of pitch-black clouds appeared above the training room where he was secluded, almost completely shrouding the entire Pristine Way Sect.

The tribulation clouds grew denser and denser, and finally, thunder rumbled within them.

For a moment, everyone throughout Pristine Way Sect was drawn to the spectacle above by the tribulation clouds.

"Not good!"

Ian Song muttered under his breath, realizing that if he continued to face the tribulation inside Pristine Way Sect, the fallout could easily affect others.

So...

Art of Great Teleportation.

His figure flickered and vanished from the training room, reappearing atop a desolate mountain thousands of li away.

With his disappearance, the tribulation clouds lost their target, and the dark mass above Pristine Way Sect rapidly dispersed.

"Swoosh!"

A shadow flickered—Ian Song vanished from where he stood.

"Boom!"

The bolt of lightning smashed into the ground, blasting out a basketball-sized crater dozens of meters deep.

As the thunderbolt struck, Ian felt a surge of pure lightning power in the void, wrapping around his half-formed Golden Core and refining it, making it even more perfectly round.

But the lightning power was limited and quickly faded away.

Then, a second bolt of tribulation lightning crashed down.

With another flash, Ian disappeared again, causing the lightning to miss. Instantly, more lightning power surged from the void, further tempering his Golden Core.

After nine rounds of tempering by the lightning, Ian's Golden Core had become perfectly round, radiating a sense of completeness.

Looking at the thumb-sized Golden Core in his dantian, Ian couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.