Kai found himself on the eastern edge of the enigmatic pocket world, a realm separate from his own. As he stepped onto the alien terrain, his eyes were met with an awe-inspiring spectacle - a vast sea of lightning, shimmering in an ethereal shade of purple. The storm was relentless, its electric tendrils constantly lashing out, striking the barren ground with a force that echoed through the silent world.
Each flash of lightning, each thunderous crash, sent a shiver of apprehension cascading down Kai's spine. The sight was a stark reminder of the torment he had endured during Jian Wushang's tribulation. The memory was still fresh, the pain still vivid, and he couldn't suppress the shudder that coursed through his body at the recollection.
As he stood there, at the mercy of the storm and his memories, Kai couldn't help but wonder about his impending tribulation.