Almost simultaneously, within the cauldron, Alexander’s eyes snapped open.

At that very moment, the forces of all the elements within his body reached their critical threshold. The power of Yin and Yang converged swiftly within him, creating a perfect cycle of energies.

"It’s time to face the Thunder Tribulation," Alexander proclaimed solemnly.

As the words escaped his lips, the sky was abruptly cloaked in dense, dark clouds. A flash of brilliant lightning streaked across the heavens, followed by a deafening crack of thunder.

The onlookers all wore expressions of utter astonishment, gazing up at the sky in bewilderment.

"What’s going on? Wasn’t the weather just fine? How did it change so suddenly?"

"This is a thunderstorm... no... could it be..."

"Someone is undergoing a Tribulation here!"

In an instant, the crowd erupted into chaos, and faces were painted with expressions of shock and horror.

Evil Ghost slowly retreated, trembling as he looked at the sky and even feeling the ground quiver beneath his feet.

"It’s a Thunder Tribulation, there’s no doubt about it. But how is this possible? Who is undergoing the Tribulation here? And this is no ordinary Thunder Tribulation; whoever is invoking this must be an incredibly powerful being!"

In the next heartbeat, they witnessed a bolt of lightning slash through the sky and crash onto the enormous cauldron with a resounding crack.

Evil Ghost paled, uttering, "Could it be... could it really be..."

Boom!

A thunderous explosion shattered the cauldron into pieces. The lightning bolt had struck Alexander, who was inside the cauldron, its immense power completely demolishing the altar.

Everyone was aghast.

"It’s him! That bastard! He wasn’t refined!"

"Is he the one undergoing the Tribulation?"

"Is this some kind of joke?"

Amidst the shocked stares of the crowd, Alexander floated two meters above the ground, his body radiating a purple luminescence.

Upon closer inspection, this aura was an ultra-concentrated spiritual energy. It emanated from Alexander’s pores, the pure essence of a medicinal elixir that had vaporized.

Like breathing, this spiritual energy formed a double cycle within and outside Alexander’s body. Astonishingly, the lightning bolt that had struck him inflicted no damage. The incredible force of the lightning was nullified by the boundless spiritual energy within him!

In the next moment.

Alexander suddenly opened his eyes, the corners of his mouth curling into a perfect, sly smile.

"Old man, you shouldn’t have brought me here. In your pouch, I had a thousand ways to break your magical artifact, but I chose not to."

"Do you know why? Because I was waiting for this moment. To baptize you all with my Thunder Tribulation."

Lifting his head, the cold smirk in his eyes was tinged with triumph and mockery.

Evil Ghost trembled, stuttering, "You... you..."

Bursting into uproarious laughter, Alexander sprang to his feet, "Let’s make it a party! All thousands of you can join me in overcoming this tribulation. After this great calamity, we will all become cultivators! Hahaha!"

The disciples of the Order of the Wandering Oracles were all stricken with overwhelming fear.

"Cultivators? Are you kidding me?"

"Run! Run! Don’t let his Thunder Tribulation affect you!"

"Otherwise, we will all die!"

In a flash, Alexander lunged toward Evil Ghost and unleashed a powerful punch.

Evil Ghost staggered back, roaring, "Don’t get ahead of yourself! Do you really think I have no way to deal with you? Behold my magical artifact!"

With that, Evil Ghost swiftly pulled out his pouch and, without uttering another word, attempted to suck Alexander into it. However, at that exact moment, a colossal bolt of lightning descended from the sky.

Evil Ghost’s face turned pale, "This is bad!"

Crack!

A horrific scream erupted. Evil Ghost was instantly charred by the descending lightning, his pouch incinerated due to its inability to withstand the mighty force.

Emerging from the ruined pouch, Alexander smiled and said, "Useless. Wherever I go, the Thunder Tribulation won’t cease until it’s completed."

Retreating step by step, Evil Ghost looked up at the sky, trembling uncontrollably.

Evil Ghost was acutely aware that when someone undergoes Thunder Tribulation, anyone who interferes will find themselves subjected to a replica of the same tribulation. Just the first bolt had charred he inside and out—what would the real thunder be like?

Evil Ghost had been played!

"You go too far!" Evil Ghost roared, fully aware that his death was imminent. He launched a frenzied attack at Alexander.

In a blink, his hands rapidly conjured 102 runes that instantaneously formed a large array centered around him, radiating outward.

"Let’s see how arrogant you are within my array!"

With a faint smile, Alexander flicked his finger, and a white pill appeared in his hand. "An array, you say? Unfortunately, if you knew how I won the previous battle, you wouldn’t dare to use such clumsy tricks in front of me."

And with that, he swallowed the pill—a Sage Pill.

A divine-level medicine that temporarily suppresses emotions, making one immune to any form of enchantment, turning one’s will into iron.

The moment Alexander consumed the pill and opened his eyes again, all traces of emotion vanished. His eyes were as cold as a towering iceberg.

Expressionless, he said, "System, calculate the most efficient way to eliminate all targets within the shortest amount of time. I want the optimal solution."

"Understood. Calculating," the system responded, its voice resonating in Alexander’s ear.

In his eyes, coldness met indifference as Excalibur in his hand emitted a blinding golden light. Under the Sage Pill’s emotional suppression, Alexander’s personality would remain unshaken by any distractions.

In an instant, Alexander, with Excalibur in hand, braved the falling thunder from the sky and charged into Evil Ghost’s array.

Evil Ghost mustered all his strength and bellowed, "Suppress!"

But the moment the words left his lips, he saw Alexander completely unaffected by the array. In a flash, he was beside him, his sword slashing horizontally in a sweeping arc.

Evil Ghost was aghast. "This is impossible!"

But it was too late.

Excalibur’s sweep sent him flying hundreds of meters, his body crashing into the ground, splitting it open with fissures. With a wet retch, he spat out a mouthful of crimson blood.

The next instant, a bolt of lightning plummeted from the sky, striking him squarely. A piercing scream echoed across the heavens as his body began to fracture.

"Alexander! May you die a terrible death!" he screeched.

Looking down at him impassively, Alexander said, "Wait for me in Hell."

The next moment, Alexander lifted Excalibur high above his head. A bolt of lightning struck it, electricity coursing recklessly through his body.

Under Evil Ghost’s gaze, a gaze filled with indescribable fear, Alexander channeled the lightning into Excalibur and, with an unimaginable speed, cleaved downward.

With the force of the encompassing lightning and Excalibur’s own might, the blow descended from the heavens.

Evil Ghost screamed, "Don’t kill me! Spare my life, and I will do whatever you say!"

Boom!

With that ear-splitting roar, amid his agonizing scream, Evil Ghost was engulfed and obliterated by the blinding light radiating from both the lightning and Excalibur.

His body was already withered from age, and unlike Alexander, he couldn’t prolong his life through dual cultivation. Evil Ghost could only rely on pills to extend his lifespan.

That initial bolt of lightning had almost been his end. And now, Alexander’s next sword strike was something he simply couldn’t fend off.

Alexander had never even considered him a threat.

Boom!

In an instant, Evil Ghost’s body disintegrated into countless particles of ash, obliterated on the spot.

Everyone present stared in horror at the spectacle.

"Elder Evil Ghost is dead! Evil Ghost has been killed by him!"

"Run! Run now!"

The crowd scrambled, stumbling over each other in their frenzied escape.

But how could Alexander give them such a chance? Descending from the elevated platform, he landed amidst the terrified crowd.

Another bolt of lightning fell from the heavens, striking Alexander. The crowd was instantly blown away by the scattered electric force.

"No! No! He is undergoing the tribulation!"

"We can’t get near him!"

"If we get caught in the lightning tribulation, we’re doomed!"

Disciples of the Order of the Wandering Oracles screamed aloud. In these circumstances, Alexander was a monster capable of summoning heavenly thunder.

Even those at level 150 or even 200 wouldn’t dare approach recklessly. For to be touched by the lightning tribulation meant certain death.

But why would Alexander let them go? He wove through the crowd, enduring the electric shocks. Each falling bolt of lightning extended its wrath to those around him.

Those caught in the fray had to endure the same level of tribulation as Alexander himself.

And if they couldn’t withstand it, death was the only option.

Horrifying screams resounded through the skies. The dreadfulness of this lightning tribulation was so palpable that even those far away in the military base could see it clearly.

It was like an apocalypse, etching astonishment on every face.

"That’s a lightning tribulation... Someone is undergoing it deep in the Amazon," a disciple from a Daoist temple murmured.

They were aware of lightning tribulations, but when had they ever witnessed one so terrifying?

Lightning danced wildly across the sky; each bolt was like a doomsday verdict. When the electricity slashed through the heavens, it was as if the sky itself had torn open.