Dream Picking Records

Seeing Wang Xiao successfully pass this test, everyone was just feeling happy for him when an inexplicable muffled sound echoed in the sky again. The high-pitched whistle, from the faint to the real, reached far and wide.

"It's really full of ups and downs, twists and turns!" Facing this endless thunder tribulation, Yu Changzhou couldn't help but sigh.

Wang Xiao didn't complain, instead concentrating his energy on absorbing spiritual energy, buying as much time as possible to heal his wounds. He knew that while the thunder tribulation was difficult, enduring it would be a rewarding opportunity. Whether it was tempering his body or understanding the Dao, his application and understanding of the technique would reach new heights.

He was very curious. The phoenix just turned from lightning, so who would appear next?

The thunder tribulation lasted neither long nor short. By the time Wang Xiao had recovered about 80% of his strength, the creatures in the clouds were freed from their restraints.

A massive dragon poked its massive head out. Compared to the previously blurry image of the Thunder Phoenix, its form was now much clearer. Its long, silvery whiskers swirled in clouds of mist, and its lantern-like eyes held a thunderous and majestic presence. Its body was pitch black, covered in layers of black scales, each one as hard as if sculpted by a knife or axe, gleaming like metal under the lightning. Its limbs were as thick as pillars, its claws split into five toes, their tips sharp as swords, capable of rendring the heavens and stirring up the rivers and seas.

"Ow!"

The black dragon roared towards the sky, its voice so deep and long that it shook the clouds.

Wang Xiao's blood boiled unconsciously, and he rubbed his hands in anticipation. Encountering two powerful creatures in one day, even if they were merely prosthetic forms spawned by a thunder tribulation, couldn't dampen his excitement. He wanted to test whether his fists were stronger or the other's claws were sharper.

Wang Xiao flew in front of it and punched it in the forehead. The black dragon roared, sending a blast of air like an air cannonball sending him flying. A subtle ripple in space passed, and Wang Xiao reappeared in his previous position, bringing down his raised fist. The black dragon reacted just as quickly, shrinking back and meeting the blow with a powerful, dragon-like tail swing.

Wang Xiao rolled dozens of times in the air to release the force. After standing up, he bumped his fists together, with a smile on his face, and his fighting spirit was high.

The black dragon took the initiative to attack, its massive body still agile, like a meteor swiftly passing by, its claws colliding with Wang Xiao's. There, space was torn apart.

Wang Xiao stared straight ahead, letting the blood drip from the deep wound on the back of his hand. The Black Dragon was also in trouble, with one of the five claws that symbolized its status broken.

After a preliminary assessment of who was better, the Black Dragon lost to him in terms of physical strength.

As the king of beasts, the Black Dragon would never give in easily. A dark light shone from its claws, and the broken claws instantly healed. The Black Dragon's might resurfaced, and it pounced once more. Its claws extended like sharp nails driving through bone.

Wang Xiao clenched his fists again, unflinching. A series of deafening metal-on-metal clashes continued. Blood splattered past him, his face stern. His intense excitement and fighting spirit made him forget the pain.

The two fought for hundreds of rounds, with Wang Xiao bearing even more wounds. The same was true for the Black Dragon, with nearly a hundred of its gleaming, iron-like scales ripped off by him, leaving dents on its surface from the blows of his fists. They still refused to separate, their fists locked in a fierce, physical struggle.

Whether out of stubbornness or for some other reason, the black dragon never used any magic from beginning to end, simply engaging him in physical combat. It wasn't until around the 500th round that Wang Xiao punched the black dragon's head, and its form gradually dissipated.

"readily!"

Wang Xiao felt completely refreshed and satisfied, his entire body aching, his blood boiling. He wanted to immerse himself in the battle, but the thunderclouds overhead reminded him that he must face the next round of trials.

He grinned bitterly, and the pain from recovering his strength came flooding back all at once.

Feng Tingyun breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that he had survived another round. At the same time, he was also furious. If the black dragon wanted to fight you in close combat, why didn't you sneak up on it and attack it?

"Oh no, the frequency of thunder tribulations is increasing!" Zhu Xiaoyu secretly clenched his fists, worried about Wang Xiao.

As he'd said, the time left for Wang Xiao was much shorter. This time, a nearly transparent figure radiated a clear, ethereal light, a pure, otherworldly presence. It lowered its head and glanced at Wang Xiao, who felt like he'd been struck by lightning, his heart pounding, and a sweet taste spilled from the corners of his mouth.

Wang Xiao quickly distanced himself from it, testing it from a distance. However, his attacks were repeatedly decomposed by its light. He had seen this phenomenon before with the passive black light displayed by Liu Ci's artificial chaotic body, though the latter only reduced it to a certain extent, not completely canceling it out like this one.

The detached figure withdrew his gaze, as if he did not take him seriously and had lost interest in him.

There was another muffled sound in the sky, as if it was dissatisfied with its behavior, but this time it didn't feel as tough as before, as if even it was afraid of the figure.

After a while, the figure turned around and pointed in the air. A ray of white light with a clear glow was aimed at Wang Xiao's throat, aiming for a quick victory.

Wang Xiao didn't dare underestimate it, and immediately used teleportation to dodge. However, the white light locked onto him, following him constantly. He remained calm, flicking his hands and throwing several shields to block the attack. The white light pierced through them as easily as through paper, continuing its pursuit.

"Sunsorrow!"

Wang Xiao extended a finger, and the white light continued its unstoppable momentum, directly shattering it. He flashed and teleported to a distant place again, using the Nine Thunders Technique to condense thunder, but again failed.

"What the hell is this? Why can't anything stop it?" Feng Tingjun was so anxious that he jumped up and down. "Your Majesty, you are knowledgeable and experienced. You must be able to help!"

"Above the dragon and phoenix, the appearance of an immortal." The Emperor shook his head and exclaimed, "Wang Xiao has actually reached that point... I don't know the solution..."

"Your Majesty, what do you mean?" Yu Ling asked from the side.

"Replenish the Dao."

"Isn't that a guess that only exists in ancient books?" Yu Changzhou looked at Minghuang, obviously he had heard of it too.

Emperor Ming looked up at the two figures in the thunderstorm and said, "This is the only explanation."

"Has the legendary thing actually reflected reality?" Zhu Xiaoyu sighed. This situation was fortunate for them, but undoubtedly unfortunate for those who were surviving the tribulation in the sky. No one had any experience, so everything depended on him.

Wang Xiao was in a rather miserable state, forced to flee by a flash of white light. Despite this, he didn't give up. He still firmly believed that everything had its limits, and the key was to find a way to break through.

"Is it not lethal enough?"

Wang Xiao's repeated attempts allowed him to discover a clue. It seemed that his attacks were not able to hold up in front of the opponent and were being steadily suppressed.

He has powerful magic, but he is busy and does not have enough time to cultivate it.

He wasted no time and after a brief thought decided to take the risk.