Bamboo Mound

The nascent spirit core was powerless to resist as his divine sense slowly probed its center...

Gradually, a subtle feeling emerged, as if a faint thread was connecting his consciousness with the Azure Bamboo.

In this wondrous state, the various scenes I had previously witnessed in the inherited memories resurfaced, only now they were much more blurred.

Its growth, setbacks, and efforts...

In a daze, Ning Chang felt as if he were a clump of green bamboo, taking root and growing in an unfamiliar place.

Upon realizing this, Ning Chang was startled, took a breath, shook his head, and began transmitting his consciousness again.

This sudden change abruptly severed his connection with Qinglingzhu.

After spending a considerable amount of time, his consciousness once again enveloped the spiritual core of the Azure Bamboo, and because he was prepared, the connection was not broken again due to the illusion caused by the connection.

Seeing that the connection was stable, Ning Chang began to try to control the Azure Bamboo based on the feelings in his inherited memories.

He first removed the spiritual power that enveloped the spirit core, allowing it to connect with the bamboo body. Then, he injected a small amount of spiritual power into the root to supply the energy needed for the experiment.

After completing the preliminary preparations, he immediately sent out his first message through his spiritual core.

He ordered the Green Spirit Bamboo to increase its thickness while keeping its height unchanged!

After all, when he is fully focused and has his eyes closed, the easiest feedback he can get is the change in the thickness of the bamboo.

But after waiting for a while, they found that the Green Spirit Bamboo had not changed at all.

The spiritual energy within the veins of the Green Spirit Bamboo that he observed, resembling tiny rivers, remained at its original tempo.

"Hmm? Is my command format incorrect...?"

"Let's try this one first."

He issued another command, ordering the Green Spirit Bamboo to absorb the spiritual energy he had injected into its roots. He found that this time it did have some effect. Outside of his direct control, the small ball of spiritual energy began to move. But then, his connection with the Green Spirit Bamboo's core was severed again!

Although he didn't know the reason this time, he was not discouraged. He knew that he had only extracted the inherited memories of the Azure Bamboo, and was not a bamboo himself. It was normal for him to have difficulty communicating and disconnecting.

Moreover, he had only just learned the art of communicating with plants and trees, and he had to maintain the operation of this art while also figuring out control methods on his own, which lacked clear steps.

As for the control methods described in the "Grass and Trees in Communicative Meaning" itself, he has no expectations for them, at least not at this stage.

......

After a period of trying, although the connection still drops frequently, Ning Chang felt that she had grasped the direction.

Qinglingzhu was already able to respond to his commands in a directed manner, although such responses were usually unintentional.

But being able to grasp the key to implementation through a vague feeling is already very good; all I need to do now is continue in this direction.

He also wondered if it was because the spirit core was not yet complete. During the time he was experimenting, the spirit core showed no signs of development and remained as immature as it had been initially.

However, he plans to pause for now.

He withdrew his released consciousness, relaxed his whole body, took a long breath, and lay back on the ground.

After a long while, he opened his eyes, stood up, shook off the dirt off his back, and looked up at the distant sky outside the valley.

From this position, you can still see the edge of that cloud of calamity. At this moment, the lightning flashing within it has accumulated to its maximum, and you can hardly see any trace of the color of the dark cloud!

"Looks like it's almost time. Hopefully we won't miss it."

Ning Chang planned to observe the disciple's tribulation process in order to gain some experience for his own future preparations.

He hadn't even considered the possibility that he might be able to glean some secrets about the workings of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth from it!

After plucking and storing the remaining dozen or so bamboo leaves of the Green Spirit Bamboo, and absorbing all the spiritual energy within it to return it to dust, Ning Chang took a step into the air and flew towards the direction of the tribulation clouds.

Soon they arrived at a mountain peak several miles away from the tribulation clouds. This was the closest mountain peak. Ning Chang found a suitable tree hollow to lie down and wait quietly.

The tribulation cloud itself was not among the mountains, but on a rocky desert plateau. The plateau was full of ravines, and its charred black color was accompanied by flashes of light, indicating that it had been subjected to many lightning tribulations. It was probably a designated place for undergoing tribulation.

After Ning Chang sat down, he immediately sensed several subtle divine senses sweeping over him, but his expression did not change.

As someone undergoing tribulation and a disciple of one of the four sects, it's normal for him to have someone protecting him. If he hadn't already obtained the sect robes, he might have already been found by someone!

This lightning tribulation was quite peculiar. Even though Ning Chang was so close, he could only hear a faint buzzing sound and couldn't tell that it was the sound of thunder!

As time slowly passed, the calamity clouds seemed to be kneaded and squeezed by an invisible giant hand, growing thicker and darker, as if they could crush the sky!

The electric sparks within resembled startled silver snakes, their flashing and leaping speed increasing wildly, just as a colossal beast that had slept for millennia had awakened and was struggling to break free from endless chaos, spewing out a violent power capable of destroying heaven and earth!

The mountains and forests where Ning Chang was located, which were originally quite quiet, have suddenly become noisy.

As if sensing the approaching catastrophe, the birds and beasts cried out in terror, frantically flapping their wings, and fled as fast as they could, heading away from the plateau and into the mountains, raising clouds of dust.

The omens had already appeared, followed by a blinding bolt of lightning that seemed to split the sky in two. Like a peerless divine blade, it swiftly streaked across the sky, and the light it emitted instantly surpassed that of the sun in Ning Chang's vision!

"Cua!"

He was stunned by the lightning and was forced to shut down his activated heterochromatic eyes.

Immediately afterwards, a roar that increased in volume by more than ten times, as if the sky were collapsing and the earth were splitting, rolled in, but at his distance it was only the size of a dog's bark.

Tribulation lightning, activate!

As if he had heard the call of destiny, the disciple's figure shot up into the sky like a streak of light. His spiritual power was like a raging fire, and he was as bright and dazzling as a star. Even without his special eyes, he could see it clearly!

One after another, lightning bolts, like a cataclysmic torrent, mercilessly crashed down, heavily striking the disciple's spiritual energy shield.

At first, the spiritual energy shield looked incredibly hard, and the lightning strikes on it had no effect whatsoever. However, as the tribulation continued to rage, although the disciple's figure did not make any move, the spiritual energy shield began to fluctuate, shaking incessantly with the tribulation lightning.

The lightning tribulations were like an endless, surging tide, and just as Ning Chang had predicted, each lightning bolt was thicker and more powerful than the last.

Compared to the lightning tribulation he had seen in the memories inherited from the Azure Bamboo, it was truly inferior. It was just a solitary tribulation, not as spectacular as the vast sea of ​​lightning.

"At least there won't be any dazzling light."