PDLP Chapter 230 Tribulation of Lightning!
Chapter 230 Tribulation of Lightning!
Rumble!
The thunder rumbled from afar, rolling in from the horizon.
The sound was deep and heavy, like a giant drum being struck repeatedly in the sky. Each strike made the air tremble slightly and the leaves rustle.
The old Taoist priest stood in the courtyard and looked up.
In the night sky, the streaks of light that once streaked across the horizon have become much sparser. The once dense bands of light are now reduced to just a few scattered streaks, appearing and disappearing in the distance.
Where the light fades, large patches of dark clouds are gathering.
The dark clouds arrived very quickly.
One moment it was just a dark patch on the horizon, and the next it covered half the sky, dark and heavy, as if it were about to press down on the ground.
Lightning flashed faintly within the dark clouds.
It wasn't the kind of lightning that's common.
The lightning was purple, streaks of it winding through the clouds like raging snakes, ready to pounce and tear at any moment.
The old Taoist priest stood in the courtyard, looking up at the dark clouds, and a feeling of extreme oppression suddenly welled up in his heart.
The feeling was like something was pressing on his chest, heavy and making it hard for him to breathe.
He instinctively tightened his grip on the stick in his hand.
At that moment, he felt the little dragon on his shoulder trembling.
The trembling was very slight, but the old Taoist priest could clearly feel it—the little dragon's entire body was shaking, its scales opening and closing slightly, making a soft rustling sound.
It is afraid.
The old Taoist priest looked down and saw the little golden dragon desperately trying to shrink behind his neck, its two front paws gripping his collar tightly, its little head buried in his shoulder, and its body trembling more and more violently.
The old Taoist priest felt a chill run down his spine.
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid." He reached out and touched Xiaolong's head, his palms were covered in cool sweat.
Xiao Long didn't respond, but instead shrank further behind his neck.
Rumble!
The thunder roared again, closer and louder than before.
It's like... something is watching us from the sky.
A thought suddenly popped into the old Taoist priest's mind.
Could this be... a tribulation of lightning?
Those cultivation novels all say that when animals cultivate to a certain level, they have to undergo a tribulation of lightning, and after passing it, they can be reborn.
Was that lightning aimed at Xiaolong?
Only by passing the tribulation of lightning can one truly become a dragon; otherwise...
The old Taoist priest dared not think any further.
He looked up again at the dark clouds in the sky.
The dark clouds continued to gather, growing thicker and heavier, and the purple lightning bolts moved more and more frequently through the clouds, crackling and popping.
For a moment, the old Taoist priest stood there, somewhat perplexed.
What can an old man like him, who has only recently mastered Qi, possibly do?
He glanced back at Li Jun's room.
The room door remained closed, as did the windows.
The old Taoist priest hesitated.
Should I wake Jun'er?
What if Jun'er is at a critical moment? If I call out, wouldn't I ruin everything?
But it can't be called...
He looked up at the increasingly thick dark clouds in the sky, then looked down at the little dragon huddled behind his neck.
The little dragon was still trembling, its tiny claws gripping his collar so tightly it wrinkled.
The old Taoist priest gritted his teeth.
He reached out, pulled Xiaolong off his neck, and held him in his hands.
Xiao Long raised his head, his golden vertical pupils filled with fear.
The old Taoist priest looked at it, thought for a moment, and then spoke.
"Don't be afraid."
His voice was soft and gentle, carrying a kind of kindness unique to the elderly.
"I'll go wake Jun'er up."
"He'll definitely find a way."
Xiao Long trembled violently upon hearing this.
But it stopped very quickly.
It looked at the old Taoist priest, and in his golden eyes, fear was still there, but something was slowly emerging.
The latest chapter has ignited the plot! Stay tuned for more updates.
Then it shook its head.
The movements were light, but firm.
"Waaah..."
It let out a soft chirp, very faint, but exceptionally clear amidst the thunder.
The old Taoist priest was stunned.
He opened his mouth, as if to say something.
But Xiaolong had already struggled out of his grasp and flown away.
It flew into the air and hovered in front of the old Taoist priest.
Its golden scales gleamed eerily in the lightning, and its small body swayed gently in the night breeze.
Those eyes still held fear.
But more than anything, it was determination.
The old Taoist priest looked at it, and a strange emotion welled up in his heart.
This little guy... I don't want to bother Jun'er.
He wanted to say something, but before he could open his mouth...
Rumble!
Thunder rumbled again.
This time, it was closer and louder than before.
The tremor caused the entire Taoist temple to shake slightly, and the red lanterns on the eaves swayed violently, making creaking sounds.
The sound of thunder startled Xiaolong so much that he nearly fell from the sky.
It hung in mid-air, its body swaying, and it barely managed to steady itself.
then……
It raised its head, facing the thick, dark clouds in the sky, and opened its mouth:
"Aww!"
A tender dragon's roar burst forth from its small body.
The sound was not loud; in fact, it could be described as very faint.
But in the quiet night, under the thunderous sky, it was exceptionally clear.
After it barked, it even showed its teeth.
The old Taoist priest stood in the courtyard, staring at the scene before him, stunned.
A small dragon, about a foot long, bared its teeth at the thunderclouds filling the sky.
The scene was utterly ridiculous.
But he couldn't laugh.
Because the next moment, thunderclouds began to surge in the sky.
The purple lightning that had been weaving through the clouds suddenly converged together, as if enraged.
Rumble!
Thunder rumbled, each clap more violent than the last.
The entire world trembled.
The roof tiles of the Taoist temple rattled, and dust fell from the courtyard walls. Even the old locust tree in the courtyard was shaken, its branches and leaves trembling.
The old Taoist priest stood in the courtyard, feeling his heart pounding with the thunder.
He looked up at the increasingly violent thunderclouds in the sky, watching the lightning that was brewing within them grow ever brighter.
That was the first bolt of lightning.
It is gathering, it is brewing, and it could fall at any moment.
The old Taoist priest gripped his staff tightly.
He knew that this broken stick couldn't stop the lightning.
But he still gripped it tightly.
then……
The bolt of lightning finally struck.
Purple lightning bolts cleaved out of the clouds, carrying the power to destroy everything, and struck straight at the little dragon!
But just then...
The vortex of spiritual energy in the sky suddenly moved.
The vortex of spiritual energy, which had been rotating at an extremely slow speed and was almost coming to a stop, suddenly accelerated as if it had been enraged by something!
The speed is astonishing.
One moment it was moving slowly, the next it went into berserk mode.
At the center of the vortex, a terrifying suction force erupted!
The purple lightning bolt that had just been unleashed was pulled by this suction force, changing its direction and being drawn into the vortex.
then……
The entire thundercloud was sucked in.
Yes, the whole thing.
The thick, mountain-like thunderclouds that covered half the sky were swallowed up by the vortex of spiritual energy.
It was like...like a giant beast that opened its mouth and swallowed an ant.
Prefer urban fantasy novels? Discover more exciting content here!