Fedele Licata's tall, straight figure floated in the air.
Above him, the tribulation of the tenth level gathered relentlessly, black-purple bolts of lightning swirling within the clouds.
"Bang!"
A bolt of lightning struck down. It narrowly missed Fedele and slammed into the Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain, leaving a charred black pit in its wake.
Slowly, Fedele opened his eyes, a flash of golden light illuminating them. Above, the dark clouds thickened ominously.
Scipio Langdon gazed at the skies, muttering to himself, "The tribulation of the tenth level is here. Survival is slim. I wonder if Fedele can endure it."
The nine tenth level cultivators of the Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain silently cursed Fedele, hoping he would fail. If he survived the level ten tribulation, their favorable situation would crumble.
All nine of the Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain cultivators had reached level ten.