A tribulation was a test from heaven. It was shapeless and shadowless, and it was impossible to evade or block—it could only be resolved through facing it.
This was precisely the case for Fang Xing right now. Although he’d checked to make sure the seal over the demon spirit was fine before he started forming the foundation, various coincidences had occurred for the seal to loosen at the precise moment the foundation was about to be finished, allowing the spirit to get loose and contaminate his foundation. Thanks to the demon spirit’s malicious energy, a perfectly fine purple foundation had been turned into a nearly-black existence.
Fang Xing became rather annoyed after realizing this. "Is there any way to resolve this?"