Dark clouds roiled across the sky, shot through with flashing Thunder. A golden Spirit Pill spun rapidly in the air, emitting waves of delicate fragrance. Under the bombardment of Thunder, the Spirit Pill used the energy to purify its medicinal power; its volume shrank drastically, but its potency grew ever more pure.
Qin Ya silently counted the bolts of Thunder. There had been thirty-five already.
Based on his past Alchemy experience, there was one final bolt of Thunder to go.
Within the dark clouds, a purple bolt of Thunder was brewing. As if it knew it was about to face the strongest strike of the Thunder Tribulation, the Spirit Pill burst forth with boundless golden light. Instead of retreating, it advanced, shooting straight for the Nine Heavens like a cannonball.
BOOM! BOOM!
