Spring comes and autumn goes, more than two hundred thousand years have passed.
On Donghua Island, Chu Buyu, Su Changfeng, and Mo Bingbing stood atop a pinnacle, gazing at the tricolor thunderclouds in the sky.
The tricolor thunderclouds surged and rolled, a thick tricolor immortal thunderbolted down, heading straight for a massive valley surrounded by mountains on three sides.
Wang Rui was striving to ascend to the Golden Immortal phase, he cultivated the Water Law to a minor success, so the power of the Heavenly Tribulation when he ascended was a bit stronger.
As time passed, the tricolor immortal thunderbolts crashed down one after another, the light of thunder becoming ever more dazzling.
After a while, the tricolor thunderclouds were only a few dozen feet in size, surging and rolling like tidal waves, transforming into a massive tricolor Kylin with arcs of tricolor electricity covering its body.
