There was a brief resistance as the Primordial Chaos Flames and the lightning of tribulation met. The former devoured the latter voraciously.
For miles, gravity seemed to reverse. Rocks were thrown into the air, vaporizing everything that had not yet been destroyed by Qingyi's training.
"Yield!" Qingyi commanded, forcing the Primordial Chaos Flames even further.
His clothes were vaporized as he began to lose control.
A stream of draconic Qi immediately invaded his mind, clearing it. This allowed him to regain control of the flames, just long enough to push the tribulation back.
His feet sank into the ground, and after another moment of resistance, he finally managed to finish his cut. The Primordial Chaos Flames spread through the air, consuming everything above him.
"Ah... fuck." Qingyi fell to his knees.
He had overcome the tribulation, but he felt no satisfaction.
He coughed up another mouthful of blood and shook his head, calming his cultivation.
