Fiancée Stolen by MC, I Trip Them up-Chapter 409 - 311: Anecdotes Under the Thunder Tribulation

Chapter 409: Chapter 311: Anecdotes Under the Thunder Tribulation

Just as Zhao Yi had estimated, after the fourth Thunder Tribulation, a balance formed between the New World barrier and the Chaos Storm.

The damage from the black lightning was controlled to a level even ordinary people could endure, and the greatest extinction crisis in the New World was temporarily averted.

Although the Tribulation Thunder would no longer strike anyone dead, the pain hadn’t diminished in the slightest.

If the first Thunder Tribulation felt like a needle prick, the second like a blow to the head, and the third like a whip laced with chili oil,

then the fourth was a combination of the previous three.

First, you were pricked by needles, and just as you were about to cry out in pain, you received a blow to the head; before you could react, you were whipped harshly.

Those who experienced it once would never want to try it a second time.

But the reality seemed endless.

As the black lightning descended, the vast New World was filled with cries of agony.

The most fatal part was that there seemed to be no end to the black lightning.

In the distance, a True Dragon’s neck had been severed by poison, and yet less than one percent of its massive body had dissolved.

Billowing black smoke rose into the sky, continually and inexhaustibly.

The world’s barrier continued to grow, while the Chaos Storm expanded.

At this rate, the Thunder Tribulation would last a long time.

At its shortest, ten days or half a month; at its longest, three to five months, the people of the New World would have to live with the thunder.

Fortunately, there was plentiful food in this New World; a single corn cob was enough to feed a family for several days.

At least they wouldn’t have to farm amid strikes of thunder, twitching, with smoke rising from their heads.

Zhao Yi imagined such a scene and shook his head.

That would be too tragic!

The people around Zhao Yi first attempted to chat, but after multiple thunder strikes, they became restless and had no mood for conversation.

Each one found a place to stay, either sitting or standing, twitching occasionally, looking utterly disheartened.

Zhao Yi, having endured several lightning strikes, had developed some resistance and wasn’t as uncomfortable as others.

He glanced at the True Dragon’s dissolving body; the neck had been severed, the toxic corruption had begun to erode the dragon’s head, but the True Dragon showed no reaction.

Meanwhile, in Zhao Yi’s Divine Sense World, the Divine Soul of the little skeleton began to tremble anxiously, evidently unnerved by the approaching poison.

Seeing this, Zhao Yi suddenly had a suspicion.

Could the True Dragon’s inaction be an attempt to repel the little skeleton with poison before making a strategic escape?

Thinking this, Zhao Yi summoned Zuo Xiaoluo and Small Poison.

He shared this conjecture with them and instructed them to keep an eye on the True Dragon, and to eliminate it if it indeed attempted such a ploy.

Zuo Xiaoluo and Small Poison complied without a word, moving to prepare.

Others watched this with curiosity.

However, Zhao Yi offered no explanation, nor did he send anyone else with them.

At the level of a Sage, strength wasn’t measured solely by cultivation ranks.

Even if it were a True Dragon, once tainted by Small Poison’s toxins, its mighty body would struggle to resist, and it would find its only path in drastic measures.

In the words of Zhao Yi’s past life internet slang:

The world has changed!

Ancestor Zhao Xuan was the keenest observer of these changes.

That’s why he dared to interact with a Celestial Demon, hoping to enter the Dao through demon means.

This included Zhao Yi.

Gazing into the void, straining his eyes nearly to blindness, wasn’t that his attempt to touch the Path of Chaos?

However, the threshold for the Path was stricter than for cultivation aptitude.

Even now, while Zhao Yi could cultivate, he hadn’t even brushed the edges of the Path.

Ancestor Zhao Xuan had fared worse.

Zhao Yi merely suffered from dry eyes after long waits.

Zhao Xuan was tormented by Celestial Demons to the point of wanting death, and barely recovered from mental illnesses only to face another relapse, while making no headway in the Demon Dao.

Then there were Zuo Xiaoluo and Small Poison.

One had accidentally discovered the Path of the Blade through chopping vegetables, while the other had happened upon the Path of Eating from their culinary exploits.

Comparisons were indeed odious!

Aside from letting Zuo Xiaoluo and Small Poison watch the True Dragon, Zhao Yi could do little else.

His attention was primarily on the citizens of the New World.

As waves of black lightning fell, besides rapid healing injuries and the ever-expanding Spirit Lake, the lands of the New World continued to grow.

The New World was a world-shard, unlike the bubble worlds of the Cultivation World or the spherical planets like the one from Zhao Yi’s past life.

Therefore, the expansion appeared quite straightforward.

The smooth house walls suddenly parted; well-cultivated Spirit Plants split down the middle; mountains rumbled, and great rivers surged turbulently...

All of this foreshadowed incomprehensible changes occurring within this world.

Equally noteworthy was the change in the inhabitants’ expressions.

Many, seeing their land growing, felt not joy, but despair.

It was just too difficult!

Especially for those farmers who had fenced off too much land— their situation was akin to their homes being split apart.

The land was too vast!

They couldn’t cultivate it all; it simply wasn’t possible.

In a Cultivation World, leaving land fallow was no big deal.

But it was different in the New World.

The emperor had long decreed that any fenced land not cultivated would be reclaimed by the authorities.

It would be one thing if they had no land to start with.

But now, having fenced large areas and reaped the bountiful treasures grown there,

only to have it reclaimed for inability to farm it all,

this was a blow to farmers who had spent their lives tending the land!

Farmers, observing their ever-extending lands and the ever-distant fenced boundaries, were fraught with worry, sighing deeply,

so much so that even being struck by lightning didn’t elicit a response.

To their troubles, Zhao Yi felt powerless to help.

He couldn’t exactly farm for them!

Apart from these farmers, Zhao Yi also closely watched the newborns.

Such young lives, being constantly struck by lightning, could have their physical and mental development affected.

When Zhao Yi’s Divine Sense scanned over them, he found each child soaking in Spirit Lake water, asleep.

Upon closer examination, their vitals and aura seemed normal, with no obvious anomalies, yet Zhao Yi remained cautious.

Sleep could mean regular rest, but also could be a command issued by the brain upon detecting bodily damage exceeding its limits.

Consequently, Zhao Yi used his Divine Sense to pinch the thighs of these children forcefully; only when they awoke with sudden cries of distress did Zhao Yi retract his Divine Sense, satisfied.

Only then did Zhao Yi realize the significance of the prior bountiful harvest.

With ample food supply, the foundational order of the New World remained intact even in the face of such natural calamities.

Of course, this probably also had to do with the large distances between the farmers’ fenced lands, preventing effective unity.

But regardless, this was a challenge successfully weathered!

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