Opening his eyes, Heaven and Earth were without light, with dark clouds rolling above.
The Heavenly Tribulation had arrived!
"Idiot, what are you so happy about?"
Off to the side, lying sideways in the void, Mu Hongyuan was hanging on a Red Rhombus, seemingly taking a light nap.
Wang Mu moved his lips and asked, "How much time has passed?"
"Five months."
So long?
Wang Mu was taken aback.
The Golden Core that took so long to condense, I wonder how strong it is?
This process was inevitable.
"The Heavenly Tribulation has come."
Mu Hongyuan casually threw out a delicate little tower, twelve layers high, engraved with thunder patterns, exuding a surging aura. "This is an Immortal Spiritual Artifact, the Thunder Tower, capable of absorbing Thunder Power, mainly for defense."
