But Zhan Wuque has a vague feeling, which is by no means simple.

This power has the taste of vicissitudes of time and seems to have lasted for millions of years.

It seems to be sealed in the sword drawing technique, or it seems to flow from the years.

But, how can power be sealed in magic? It is unheard of.

Could it be that someone has cast spells in the endless years of the past and passed the power to him across countless epochs?

Then how powerful should this person be?

It's terrible to think about it carefully.

Zhan Wuque's face was solemn.

Thinking of the Red Cloud Thunder Tribulation just now, Zhan Wuque suddenly remembered the half sentence he saw in an ancient letter in his previous life:

"Nine Colored Thunder Tribulation, Nine Nine and Nine Immortal Tribulation, sentient beings need..."

Once upon a time, he didn't take this to heart.

Because there have always been only three kinds of disasters in the world.

But now, think about it carefully.

The weapon disaster, the alchemy disaster, and the warrior disaster are three colors.

Add to this red cloud thunder tribulation, and there are four colors in total.

If there is really a nine-color thunder tribulation, wouldn’t it mean that there are still five colors left?
Chapter completed!