Thunder Tribulation

Caesar, who was lost in endless reverie, seemed to be in a mysterious and unpredictable dreamland. Suddenly, a sentence pierced through his thoughts like a sharp thorn. "I can't afford it." Caesar:? Alice instantly looked like an elf shrouded in misfortune, putting on a pitiful appearance. She abruptly hugged Caesar's muscular arm, which was as perfect as a Greek sculpture, and rubbed her fair and delicate cheek against it affectionately. With a look of despair as if the end of the world was coming, she pleaded pitifully, "Caesar, brother, I'm as poor as a wretch cursed by darkness. Could you be so kind as to sponsor me for three years? After three years, when I unlock the mysterious and unfathomable fate plate of fusion, I'll earn gold coins to pay you back." One should know that in this world full of fantasy and danger, attempting to achieve the strength of the Spirit Emperor within just three years is undoubtedly as difficult as climbing the peak of the world. It's simply an epic project that requires challenging the gods! However, Caesar was like being under a spell of confusion. He didn't pay any attention to her grand plan that followed. His entire mind had already been deeply attracted by that sweet "Caesar, brother", as if it were a summons from mysterious magic. "Caesar, brother, please, okay?" Alice blinked her bewitching big eyes at him like a succubus in the forest. Her coquettish tone was like the melodious song of a nightingale, hitting Caesar's soul directly. At this moment, Caesar felt his qi and blood surging up like a raging magma in his body, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, as if it was about to break free from the confinement of his chest. A wonderful feeling that he had never experienced before spread in his heart like ancient magic. He gave her a look as if he had seen a demon from the abyss, and then roughly pushed her away. In the next moment, his figure disappeared like a ghost, leaving only a faint trace of mysterious aura. Alice frowned tightly, feeling completely bewildered, just like an adventurer lost in an ancient maze. Really, he was so handsome and elegant, as if a god of light had descended to the mortal world. Who would have thought that he was such a stingy miser, like a dragon guarding its treasure. She must have been blind to think he was good before. Forget it. It was just borrowing some money, and yet it scared him away. Maybe he was even poorer than her. She would never mention this again, as if she had been bewitched by dark magic once. When Alice came to her senses, she saw a scene of chaos around her, as if it were the aftermath of a doomsday catastrophe. There were corpses of cultivators and magical beasts everywhere. The blood had pooled into a river, emitting the stench of death like flowing magma. Broken branches and logs were scattered all over the ground as if they had been trampled by giants. The fierce gusts of wind were howling incessantly, like the roars of the Grim Reaper. It was then that she noticed that she was protected by a small protective barrier emitting a mysterious halo, which was like the wings of a guardian angel. Alice curled the corners of her mouth slightly, revealing a mysterious smile. That Caesar guy, aside from being a bit stingy and greedy, was actually quite attentive, just like a rough gemstone that still had its unique luster. "Boom!" A deafening sound rang out, as if the death knell of the doomsday had been struck. The sky seemed to be split open by the axe wielded by a Titan. A bolt of silver lightning as thick as a giant's arm rushed towards the cave like an angry dragon, its dazzling light almost blinding everyone. The cave instantly shattered like a fragile eggshell. Dust billowed up like a sandstorm that blotted out the sky, and stones flew everywhere. The scene was chaotic, as if demons were running rampant after breaking free from their seals. Alice was witnessing such a spectacular and terrifying scene for the first time. Her eyes were shining with ecstatic excitement, as if she had seen a legendary magical artifact emerging. One after another, thick bolts of lightning, like the whips of the gods' wrath, struck the already dilapidated cave with a force that could destroy the world. Unfortunately, there was still no sign of the divine beast, as if the mysterious treasure had been hidden by dark magic. Humans and beasts were still engaged in fierce battles. The shouts of killing and roaring intertwined, playing a symphony of death. Some powerful individuals were hiding aside like cunning shadow assassins, waiting for the right moment with greedy and sly looks in their eyes. Suddenly, Alice's attention was drawn to two figures. There was a handsome man dressed in a magnificent white brocade robe that shone like the sun. His face was as beautiful as Apollo's, and his posture was as straight as a poplar tree. Beside him was a woman whose beauty was still evident despite her tattered clothes. She was like a rose that had been battered by a storm but looked even more charming. The two of them were back to back, like war gods protecting each other, fighting against the hordes of magical beasts that were surging around them. These two were Arthur and Irina. Alice wasn't surprised that they were together. After all, in the memories of the original owner, which were like ancient parchment scrolls, Irina had been flirting with Arthur many times, like two lovebirds having an affair. It was just that the original owner was too simple and stupid, like an innocent lamb, and hadn't noticed it. "A scoundrel and a white lotus, they really are a perfect match..." Alice curled the corners of her mouth slightly, revealing a playful smile, which was like a cat in the dark, full of mystery and cunning. If she didn't do something, she would be letting down this pair of scoundrels who were as well-matched as a curse and misfortune. She slowly raised her right hand, gently twisting two tender green leaves between her slender fingers. The leaves seemed to be endowed with mysterious magic, flickering with an eerie light at her fingertips. With a hint of evil charm in her phoenix-like eyes, she waved her hand gently, as if casting a forbidden spell. "Whoosh! Whoosh!" "Ah! Ah..." Arthur and Irina let out shrill screams at the same time, the sound like the desperate cries of the cursed. The two leaves accurately hit the backs of their right hands, almost piercing through them. The leaves were stuck in their palms, neither going in nor coming out, causing a pain that was like the sharp claws of a demon digging deep into their souls, making them feel as if they were in the torment of hell. Arthur roared like an enraged werewolf, "Who is it?" His voice echoed on the chaotic battlefield like thunder. "Who is sneaking around behind our backs?" His eyes were burning with angry flames, as if he wanted to burn the hidden enemies in the dark to ashes. Irina's sword clattered to the ground, the crisp sound particularly jarring in the noisy environment. She trembled as she raised her hand to cover her bleeding palm. The blood was like a blooming red rose in her hand. She shouted in a breakdown, "Come out! I know it's you! Why do you keep targeting me?" Her eyes were filled with fear and anger, like a prey being hunted by a hunter. These were just two ordinary tender green leaves, but in the hands of that mysterious woman dressed in a black robe and wearing a face scarf like a mysterious assassin before, they could exert an extraordinary power, as if they had been infused with the power of dark magic. With her intricate web of schemes over the years, Irina could naturally sense the malice of that mysterious woman towards her. If her father hadn't warned her like a strict mentor before, asking her to hold her temper for the time being, she would have probably gone to seek revenge on that mysterious woman like a vengeful banshee long ago. Arthur frowned when he heard this, his eyes smoldering with anger that seemed capable of igniting the air around him. He asked, "Who is she that you're talking about?" Irina bit her lip, which trembled slightly like a delicate petal. "A woman who's inexplicably targeting me." "Why did she plot against me?" Arthur's tone was full of dissatisfaction and confusion. "Maybe it's because she thinks there's something special between you and me." Irina said with a sob. Arthur was at a loss for words when he heard this. He looked down at Irina, secretly blaming her in his heart. If it weren't for her, how could he have suffered such pain? It was as if she had dragged him into the abyss of misfortune. Gradually, he actually shifted his anger onto Irina, looking at her as if she were an ill-omened bringer of disaster. Arthur scolded loudly, "Why did you provoke that person? If you hadn't provoked her, how could she have plotted against us?" His voice was like a cold wind, stabbing Irina's heart. Irina was stunned by this sudden scolding. She looked up in shock, her beautiful eyes filled with disbelief and sadness, like a wounded deer. Irina's tears gushed out like a bursting dam, and she sobbed pitifully, "You... you actually scolded me so loudly?" Her voice was like a broken string, full of grievance. When Arthur saw Irina crying like a pear blossom in the rain, he panicked like a child who had made a mistake. He realized that he shouldn't have scolded her. She was so kind and gentle. It must be that the insidious woman behind was jealous of her beauty and kindness, so she plotted against them both, just like a jealous witch cursing a beautiful princess. Arthur put his uninjured arm around Irina, gently comforting her, "Dear Irina, it's my fault. I shouldn't have spoken to you so loudly. I was just too impatient just now. Please don't take it to heart." His voice was like a warm spring breeze, trying to soothe Irina's hurt heart. Irina leaned against him, her eyes drooping slightly, a flicker of imperceptible dissatisfaction and anger flashed in her eyes, but it quickly disappeared, like a cat hiding its claws. If she didn't have some genuine feelings for Arthur, like a moth attracted to a flame, how could she forgive him so easily? At this moment, seeing this scene from a corner in the distance, Alice felt as if ten thousand divine beasts were galloping through her mind. It was a mixture of speechless disbelief and sarcasm. They were actually in the mood to fall in love, resolve misunderstandings, and get back together while being injured in such a dangerous situation. It was like dancing a ridiculous dance in the shadow of death. If it weren't for their subordinates fending off those fierce magical beasts that were surging like a tide for them, Arthur and Irina would have probably died long ago and become sacrifices to the Grim Reaper! Suddenly, Alice felt something nudging at her feet. She was so startled that she subconsciously prepared to launch an attack. Her hand instantly gathered magic power, like a magic sword about to be drawn. But when she saw that it was a small white furry magical beast rubbing its cute little head against her, she quickly redirected her attack elsewhere, and the magic power streaked across the sky like a meteor. It was really strange. Why was there a low-level magical beast here? It was like finding a shining star in a dark graveyard. Alice crouched down and gently stroked its little head. The touch was like touching the softest cloud. Wow, the touch was so soft and comfortable, as if it were the fluff dropped by an angel. It was a small one, just a little bigger than Alice's fist. It looked like a furry ball because its limbs were really short, as if it had been shrunk by a shrinking spell. Its eyes were really beautiful, like two crystal-clear glass beads, shining with mysterious and pure light, as if they contained the mysteries of the universe. Alice picked it up and placed it on her palm, smiling and saying, "Little one, are you lost? This isn't the place for you." Her voice was like a gentle mother soothing a child. "Cheep." The little fur ball made a faint sound, like the whisper of an elf. Alice was charmed by it, as if she had been bewitched by a cute little elf. Just then, an even thicker bolt of lightning struck down towards the cave. The lightning was as huge as a pillar of the world, smashing the cave to pieces. The broken stones flew everywhere like raindrops. The little fur ball was so scared that it quickly scurried into Alice's sleeve, as fast as lightning. Alice could even feel it lying on her arm, tickling her. It felt like a little butterfly gently brushing against her. "Don't be afraid. It won't hit you." Alice gently patted its body through her black robe. The movement was like soothing a frightened little pet. The little fur ball seemed to feel her comfort and calmed down, remaining still, as if it had found a safe haven. The dark clouds gradually dispersed, and the sky became clear. The golden sunlight shone down like sacred rays of light, driving away the darkness and fear. The hordes of beasts seemed to have received instructions from a mysterious master and rushed off in different directions. The sound of their hooves was like the beating of war drums. Everyone was stunned, as if they had been frozen by magic. Then they all jumped onto the blackened and charred cave to check. Their eagerness was like that of people looking for a lost magical artifact. Some people even started digging impatiently. Their actions were like those of crazy tomb robbers. "What's going on? Where's the divine beast?" A rough voice rang out like thunder. "The thunder tribulation is over. Where did the divine beast go?" A shrill voice carried a tone of confusion and anxiety. "Is the divine beast dead? The cave has been smashed to ashes!" A hoarse voice was filled with fear and speculation. "Don't talk nonsense!" A majestic voice rang out like a hammer of judgment, stopping the chaotic speculation.