manynovel Chapter 282 Heavy Thunder Tribulation, Unseen for Ten Thousand Years
Chapter 282 Heavy Thunder Tribulation, Unseen for Ten Thousand Years
Chapter 282 Tenfold Tribulation of Lightning, Unseen for Ten Thousand Years
In mid-air, Chen Yi's body trembled slightly.
It wasn't because of fear.
When the lightning strikes the body, what remains after its devastation is more than just pain.
He could clearly feel that the domineering will of heaven and earth was destroying his flesh and blood while also burning away all impurities.
Deep within the soul, a silent transformation is taking place.
The originally chaotic sea of consciousness began to churn violently with gray mist under the bombardment of thunder.
The pure air rises, while the turbid air sinks.
The black and white colors became distinct in his perception like never before.
The total amount of the soul was reduced slightly under the forging of thunder and fire, but the feeling of emptiness completely disappeared, replaced by a condensation as solid as metal.
Perception extends outward.
The world has changed.
The flow of wind, the arrangement of lightning elements, the direction of spiritual energy—everything became clearly visible, as if a blurry bronze mirror had been replaced by a high-definition mercury mirror.
As for the physical body.
Chen Yi's lips twitched, aggravating the wound on his back.
It hurts, but it's nothing serious.
Those charred, terrifying, and torn wounds were mostly disguises he deliberately left behind after removing his defenses.
If he didn't do this, the tribulation lightning would be far too easy for him.
He may be crazy, but he's not stupid.
If there were any real danger to their lives, those turtle shell lightning crystal shields that had been prepared long ago would already be placed on their heads.
For him, who possessed a fourth-level Thunder Spirit Body Tempering Physical Body and a fourth-level Purple Lightning Soul Nourishing Divine Soul, this level of lightning tribulation was more like a highly nourishing medicinal bath.
Deep inside the body.
Those lightning crystal marrows, like sharks that have smelled blood, were completely awakened the moment the lightning tribulation entered their bodies.
It greedily devoured every trace of thunder spirit essence flowing through its meridians.
Inside the crystal marrow, golden threads grew wildly, weaving into a net.
Quality is leaping forward, and the upper limit is being raised.
This is a true stroke of luck.
Besides his soul and marrow, what also changed was the nascent soul power within his dantian.
That attack just now directly shattered nearly 20% of his total mana.
The spiritual power that was originally somewhat weak and complex when he first entered the Nascent Soul stage was stripped away by the heavenly lightning.
Chen Yi felt no panic whatsoever; instead, he was overjoyed.
The remaining 80% of its magical power became even deeper in color, and its flow carried a faint sound of thunder.
It is more solid.
It is closer to the rules of this world.
If the magic power before was charcoal, now it is transforming into diamond.
The resistance to mobilizing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth has decreased, and the power of the spells is soaring.
This is Heaven helping him refine his magical power and solidify his foundation.
Then what about the Nascent Soul?
With a thought, Chen Yi focused his inner energy on his dantian.
The "youthful" Nascent Soul, who looked exactly like him and sat cross-legged in the center of his dantian, was now looking solemn and dignified.
On the surface of the nascent soul, four Dao patterns shone brightly, like a ravenous glutton, frantically devouring the remaining power of new life after the tribulation.
The Dao patterns were flashing, and the essence of the Dao of Heaven and Earth was rapidly settling and accumulating.
At the end of destruction lies new life.
"I see----"
A sharp glint flashed in Chen Yi's eyes.
The so-called tribulation of lightning, stripped of its destructive exterior, actually contains the purest vitality within.
He twitched his fingers slightly, injecting the newly comprehended and purified magical power into Ning Bu'er's body.
Within the azure light, there was a subtle hint of deep green.
The effect is immediate.
The stubborn cracks on Ning Bu'er's nascent soul began to heal at an accelerated rate the moment they came into contact with this power.
Verification successful.
It can both temper oneself and heal the unparalleled.
This is hardly a calamity.
This is clearly a great opportunity sent by the Heavenly Dao!
A surge of heroic spirit rushed straight to the top of his head.
Chen Yi suddenly looked up, his messy hair flying everywhere.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
The maniacal laughter, mixed with thunderous sounds, exploded between heaven and earth.
"A mere tribulation of lightning, nothing special!"
He held Ning Bu'er tightly with one arm, and pointed to the oppressive sky with the other. Golden light swirled in his palm, and his body radiated a vibrant green magical power.
"What doesn't kill me only makes me stronger!!"
The sound was like a raging storm, making the eardrums of the people below ache.
The next moment, under the gaze of thousands of horrified eyes, the man went mad.
Instead of retreating, he advanced.
His figure transformed into a streak of light, and carrying the woman in his arms, he charged towards the impending lightning.
It was a resolute act like a moth drawn to a flame, and an arrogant defiance of divine authority.
"He's gone mad! Elder Chen has gone mad!"
Within the Star Moon Sect's ranks, a disciple, his face deathly pale, cried out in alarm.
This was also the cry in the hearts of the vast majority of people present.
Those who undergo tribulation, who isn't trembling with fear and proceeding cautiously step by step?
Actively taking off to meet lightning?
This is practically suicide!
far away.
The old monk paused slightly as he turned the prayer beads in his hand, a hint of mockery flashing in his cloudy old eyes.
A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips.
"Actively provoking the heavenly tribulation?"
"hehe."
"Who gave you the guts?!"
It seems that even Heaven itself has been angered.
Boom! ...
From the depths of the dark clouds came a deep, muffled roar, like the howl of a giant beast.
Followed by.
Suddenly, the world was bright.
A bolt of azure lightning, a full circle thicker than before, tore through the sky, crashing down with a world-destroying force.
The speed was so fast that it exceeded the limits of thought.
Chen Yi's figure, which had just risen eighty feet, was instantly engulfed by the lightning.
The immense impact was like an ancient divine mountain pressing down on you.
boom!
He was like a kite with a broken string, forcefully knocked down a hundred feet.
Everyone's hearts clenched.
In my sight, the figure trembled violently amidst the lightning.
For a fleeting moment.
Everyone felt that Chen Yi's aura had been completely extinguished.
It was like a candle flame that was extinguished in a strong wind.
died?
The thought had just arisen.
next moment.
Within that seemingly lifeless body, an even more violent and intense aura suddenly reignited!
Chen Yi stood suspended three hundred feet in the air, his robes already turned to ashes in the gale, revealing his bare upper body.
But he did not use any magical artifacts.
Those "Mystic Turtle Puppet Shell Shields," powerful enough to withstand a full-force attack from a Nascent Soul cultivator, lay quietly in the corner of the storage ring.
He didn't even bother to set up the most basic spiritual energy shield.
He stood there naked, his chest exposed, using his flesh and blood to meet the wrath of the heavens.
He held the woman tightly in his arms, his posture like protecting a flickering candle in the wind.
boom!
The first bolt of blue lightning struck down, followed immediately by the second.
There were no fancy confrontations, only the sickening cracking of bones.
A burst of lightning struck, and Chen Yi's body trembled violently. His back was torn open, and the smell of burning flesh instantly filled the air.
But he didn't even frown. Instead, he used the force of the thunder to forcefully suppress the trembling magic power in his body and transform it into purer vitality, which he then continuously channeled into Ning Bu'er's body through his palm.
After two lightning strikes, his body was covered in bone and blood.
But to everyone's astonishment, he simply shook his head, his eyes flashing even more fiercely, his aura rising instead of falling.
"A madman—this is absolutely a madman."
On a distant mountaintop, two sect disciples responsible for recording the changes in the tribulation clouds stared in disbelief.
One of them swallowed hard, his voice trembling: "Not even using any lightning protection? This is risking their lives!"
"What do you know? This is love!" Another person, their eyes slightly red, stared intently at the charred figure. "It must be Elder Chen's overwhelming love for Fairy Ning. This love gave him the motivation to defy the heavens!"
"Shut up!"
His companion's expression changed drastically. He slapped him on the back of the head and glanced in terror at the Qingyue Ancestor, who stood with his hands behind his back not far away. "Do you want to die? The Ancestor is still here! What nonsense are you spouting?"
Although the whispers here were soft, they did not escape the ears of the Nascent Soul cultivators present.
Ancestor Qingyue remained expressionless, but the fingers hidden in her sleeve curled slightly.
Chen Yi had no time to pay attention to these idle gossips.
His consciousness was entirely focused on the person in his arms.
Except for the moment he withstood the lightning tribulation, he spent the rest of the time looking down and scrutinizing Ning Bu'er's condition.
Elders—
"
Someone lamented inwardly, "You've already undergone the tribulation of lightning, and you're still protecting Fairy Ning?!"
Meanwhile, some people with keen senses showed a slight change in expression.
Ning Bu'er's previously faint aura suddenly began to rise steadily, like a withered tree coming back to life.
"Brother Chen!"
Ji Wuchen stepped forward, his voice carrying spiritual power that pierced through the rumbling thunder: "Put Fairy Ning down first, and we'll take care of her for you!"
Fairy Ning's breathing has stabilized, and she has survived her death throes! Although her injuries may be severe, they can be dealt with gradually. Your tribulation is the priority!
His tone was urgent; he genuinely valued talent, but also genuinely couldn't understand it.
What time is it?
Is it worth jeopardizing your future for a woman?
Qiu Li couldn't help but shout loudly, "Yes, Fellow Daoist Chen! We've all witnessed your righteousness. Overcoming tribulation is the most important thing! As long as we're alive, we can always rebuild!"
Yue Qingqiu's red lips parted slightly, her eyes filled with worry.
Chen Yi heard it, but he chose to ignore it.
lay down?
Indeed, Ning Bu'er is not going to die now.
However, when he scanned Ning Bu'er's dantian with his divine sense, the nascent soul, though no longer disintegrating, was still covered with spiderweb-like cracks.
If the nourishment of the Dao of Life is cut off at this moment, these cracks will solidify.
The best outcome would be a damaged nascent soul and a significant loss of lifespan, rendering the person useless.
Based on what Ning Bu'er had done for him, she would not give up on fully curing Chen Yi until he was about to die.
Above the sky, the clouds suddenly contracted.
This time, the azure lightning magma was mixed with a strange pale red.
That was a harbinger of inner demons, and also a signal of a qualitative change in destructive power.
The oppressive aura doubled!
boom!
A red thunderbolt pierces the sky.
Before Chen Yi could even adjust his posture, he was slammed down by the terrifying force of the wolf.
At a height of three hundred feet, he plummeted straight down like a meteorite, only managing to stop just before hitting the ground and hovering again.
puff.
He spat out a mouthful of black blood.
His aura plummeted to freezing point, and he hung stiffly in mid-air like a machine that had lost power.
Take a breath.
Two breaths.
Three breaths.
Just when everyone thought he was about to give up, his charred body suddenly jolted and straightened his spine once more.
Even as his injuries worsened and his breath weakened, his actions of channeling life force into Ning Bu'er remained as steady as a rock, without the slightest tremor.
At that moment, everyone's heart was in their throat.
Ji Wuchen's expression was one of surprise and uncertainty: "Brother Chen—you're not going to hold Fairy Ning until the tribulation is over, are you?"
In that case, could they survive?
Heaven did not give them time to think.
Click click click click—!
The thunder roared like war drums, exploding in rapid succession.
The fourth, the fifth, the sixth —
Four consecutive heavenly tribulations came crashing down on them, giving them no chance to catch their breath.
The power of each bolt of lightning increased, and by the seventh bolt, the terrifying pressure was comparable to the full-force attack of a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.
Chen Yi's body was groaning in agony.
The Thunder Crystal Marrow within his body had already absorbed enough energy to no longer contain even a trace of thunder power.
The remaining violent lightning surged and crashed through his meridians, wreaking havoc.
The physical body and crystal marrow alone are no longer enough to withstand it.
"System, devour!"
Chen Yi coldly shouted from the depths of his consciousness.
An invisible suction force erupted within the body, and the lightning tribulation power that was about to tear apart the meridians was instantly captured and shattered by the system, transforming into the purest lightning spirit essence.
But this energy is too vast and too pure.
Chen Yi had to divert some of his attention to frantically construct new lightning crystal marrow within his body and forcibly inscribe new lightning patterns on the old crystal marrow to accommodate this torrent.
Treatment for Ning Bu'er, resistance to the Heavenly Tribulation, and the condensation of crystals within the body.
A three-pronged approach.
He simply couldn't spare any hands to employ any defensive measures.
The only way to catch a lightning bolt is with your own body.
But this almost self-destructive approach also yields astonishing rewards.
Under the baptism of seven lightning tribulations, his physical body, magical power, and divine soul all underwent a qualitative transformation.
The most obvious one was Ning Bu'er in his arms.
Her originally pale cheeks were now rosy as ever, and the cracks in the shattered nascent soul within her dantian were healing at an astonishing speed under the nourishment of a massive amount of life essence.
60%.
It has recovered to 60%.
But a crisis ensued.
Chen Yi felt his dantian suddenly empty.
My magic power is insufficient.
In particular, the precious life essence was almost completely drained.
Even though his understanding of the Great Dao of Life deepened and his conversion efficiency improved with each tribulation, he couldn't withstand such high-intensity consumption.
Supplies must be replenished.
Chen Yi suddenly looked up, his gaze locking onto the distant star peak.
There is a fourth-order spiritual vein there.
hum!
The immense divine consciousness suddenly dispersed, transforming into countless invisible maws that frantically tore apart the surrounding wandering spiritual energy.
At the same time, he stopped passively taking hits and instead, with a swift movement, rushed towards the direction of Star Peak amidst the thunderous lightning.
As for the heavenly tribulation above his head, it would lock onto him and follow him anyway, so he didn't care.
To outsiders, this was nothing short of a breathtaking and insane act.
Each time the lightning struck, Chen Yi was left with torn flesh and barely breathing, as if he were about to perish at any moment.
But he always manages to rise from the ashes, and his aura becomes even stronger after he gets up.
This indomitable spirit is enough to send chills down your spine.
But this balance is extremely fragile.
Finally, after the seventh lightning tribulation descended, Chen Yi began to frantically absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
His magical powers were exhausted.
Uncontrolled arcs of electricity began to shoot out from the surface of his body, a sign that the lightning spiritual power within him was overflowing out of control.
He seems to have truly reached his limit.
At this time, the heavenly tribulation was not yet over.
boom!
The heavens trembled.
The eighth tribulation lightning bolt has been prepared.
It was no longer a single color, but a mixture of blue and purple, falling with a destructive intent.
Its power is approaching that of the late-stage Nascent Soul realm!
This attack was unavoidable.
Chen Yi's figure was instantly engulfed by dazzling lightning, and then, like a kite with a broken string, he was slammed hard into Xingfeng.
Boom—!
The mountain collapsed, and rocks flew through the air.
A huge cloud of smoke rose into the air, obscuring everyone's view.
There was no movement in that deep pit for a long time.
died?
Everyone held their breath, staring intently at the ruins, their hearts pounding.
Just then.
Suddenly, the surrounding spiritual energy of heaven and earth surged violently.
Even the dormant fourth-order spiritual vein beneath Star Peak seemed to be summoned by some powerful force, emitting a muffled roar.
A massive amount of spiritual energy transformed into visible white mist, frantically converging towards a certain spot in the ruins, forming a huge vortex of spiritual energy.
Everyone's pupils contracted sharply.
That was swallowing it whole.
He is not dead yet.
Thousands of miles away, the clouds churned.
"They're still alive?!"
Black Serpent True Lord's eyelids twitched wildly as he stared intently at the charred star peak.
The moment the eighth lightning bolt struck, even from such a distance, his protective aura surged spontaneously, and a layer of fine goosebumps rose on his skin.
That is the biological instinct to tremble at death.
He is indeed in the mid-Nascent Soul stage, but if you put him in that position, strip him of his magic weapons, seal his supernatural powers, and force him to withstand that attack with his bare body...
Black Serpent True Lord's Adam's apple bobbed, and a layer of cold sweat seeped from his palms.
There is only one outcome: the physical body disintegrates, the nascent soul collapses, and the body dies and the Dao dissipates.
Even if there were a sliver of luck, they would be severely injured and on the verge of death, with absolutely no chance of being able to emit any aura like that kid.
Fear grew wildly in my heart like weeds.
The dark clouds beneath Black Serpent True Lord's feet silently shrank back.
Elder Lin.
His voice was dry, with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor.
"Have we messed with the wrong person? If this brat doesn't die today—"
The words were left unsaid, but the meaning couldn't be clearer.
He seems to have waded into the wrong waters.
Lin Yunsheng stood to the side, his face also looking very unpleasant. His hands, which were hanging in his sleeves, were clenched into fists so tightly that his nails were almost digging into his flesh.
He was afraid too.
My heart was pounding wildly in my chest, each beat like a death knell.
But he cannot back down.
"It's alright, let's wait a little longer."
Lin Yunsheng suppressed the metallic taste in his throat and forced a cold laugh, but the smile looked stiff no matter how you looked at it.
"He's already touched the threshold of the late Nascent Soul stage with the eighth lightning tribulation, and there's still one more to go. Let's see how he survives!"
These words were spoken to the Black Serpent, but even more so to himself.
He had to gamble on Chen Yi's death.
Because just half a cup of tea's time ago, the terrifying battle above the Nine Heavens had ended.
A divine thought transmission exploded directly in his sea of consciousness. It was the voice of the Azure Cloud Ancestor, filled with endless weakness, resentment, and a trace of unconcealed terror.
"Lin Yunsheng! You idiot!"
That scene still echoes in Lin Yunsheng's mind: the ancestor was defeated.
A complete and utter defeat.
That was the Qingyun Ancestor, a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, a figure who had dominated for hundreds of years, yet he was beaten like a dead dog by the Xuan Yin True Monarch.
If it weren't for the fact that at the last moment, the ancestor ruthlessly self-destructed the "Azure Cloud Light Ball" that had been passed down for thousands of years and was regarded as his life, barely blocking the Xuan Yin True Monarch's fatal blow, it would probably be the ancestor's corpse falling from the sky now.
Even so, the ancestor's nascent soul was completely destroyed, his supernatural powers and magical treasures were all ruined, and his lifespan was exhausted. He was left with only a breath left to cling to life and fled in a scramble.
"If that brat succeeds in transcending his tribulation, then the worst outcome today will be the change of ownership of Qingyun Cave Heaven. At that time, not only will you, Lin Yunsheng, be buried with him, but your entire Lin family will never be able to rise again for the next thousand years!"
This was the last sentence left by our ancestor.
Every word is piercing to the heart.
Lin Yunsheng felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight up to the top of his head.
How did things turn out like this?
When powerful cultivators in the late Nascent Soul stage fight, they usually stop short of each other. How could they fight to this extent, to the point of no return?
Is that Xuan Yin Zhenjun a madman?
He didn't even consider that Xuan Yin Zhenjun's personal disciple was being struck by lightning and suffering terribly down below, yet she didn't come down.
What is she doing up there?
Are we playing house with the Qingyun Ancestor?
The current situation is clear:
If Chen Yi dies under the lightning tribulation, and Ning Bu'er is also buried with him, Qingyun Cave Heaven might still have the audacity to ask other Nascent Soul stage experts to step in and even cede territory and pay reparations, barely maintaining the status quo and containing the mad Xuan Yin True Monarch.
But if Chen Yi survives this ordeal—
Lin Yunsheng glanced at the Black Serpent True Monarch beside him, and then at the mountain peak in the distance that was still flashing with lightning.
The consequences, even just thinking about them in his mind, made him feel like the sky was falling and the earth was collapsing.
This time, the trouble he caused is so great that not only Lin Yunsheng, but the entire Lin family and the entire Qingyun Cave Heaven are finding it hard to contain.
No, we need to make Vajra Temple shoulder more responsibility...
Star Peak Core.
Amidst the ruins, a fierce wind howled.
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth within a radius of a hundred miles seemed to be violently grabbed by an invisible hand, forming a huge funnel that frantically poured into the body of the figure sitting cross-legged in the deep pit.
Even the spiritual veins deep underground were groaning, their spiritual energy being forcibly extracted and transformed into a raging torrent that washed over Chen Yi's parched meridians.
pain.
The excruciating pain felt like my meridians were being torn apart.
But Chen Yi didn't even frown.
The precious magical power that had just been transformed was redirected by him without hesitation and poured entirely into the petite body in his arms before it even completed a full cycle within his body.
Even though his own back was charred black and his internal organs were trembling and bleeding, he was too stingy to spare a single bit of his magic power to heal himself.
"It's still not enough—"
Chen Yi looked at Ning Bu'er, who was pale-faced in his arms, and a trace of anxiety flashed in his eyes.
Ning Bu'er's nascent soul was too fragile; it was almost destroyed by that bald-headed monk with a single finger.
Now it's like a porcelain doll full of cracks, needing a massive amount of gentle magic to fill and nourish it.
However, his magical power and life essence still had a considerable gap, but the heavenly tribulation was not over yet, so Chen Yi had no time to do anything else!
Just then.
Boom—!
Above the heavens, the long-awaited ninth tribulation of lightning finally bared its fangs.
There was no probing whatsoever, no frills whatsoever.
Pure destruction.
The pressure of this attack directly surpassed the limit of the mid-stage Nascent Soul realm and reached the threshold of the late-stage Nascent Soul realm's Thunder Spirit Strike.
The entire Star Peak trembled, rocks crumbled, and vegetation turned to ash.
Chen Yi suddenly looked up, his eyes flashing with golden light.
"Come!"
He held Ning Bu'er tightly with one arm, and punched the sky with the other.
The physical strength of the early stage of the fourth level of body refinement erupted without reservation.
boom!
Lightning flashed, obscuring all vision.
Chen Yi's body suddenly sank, his legs sinking deep into the rock, his legs shattering instantly below the knees.
Blood splattered.
The violent power of lightning invaded wildly along the fist, scorching the flesh, breaking the bones, and making the internal organs feel as if they had been thrown into a meat grinder.
That blow really caused serious injury.
His body was completely battered.
But the person he was protecting in his arms was completely unharmed.
Even in the moment of blurred consciousness, Chen Yi still desperately protected Ning Bu'er, whose body could no longer withstand any further blows.
"cough----"
Chen Yi coughed up a mouthful of black blood mixed with bits of flesh, his hand trembling as he reached for the storage bag at his waist.
System startup.
The accumulated power within the storage bag was unleashed at this moment.
Fourth-tier spiritual herbs, rare treasures, and even the peerless medicinal king [Mysterious Pattern Ice Ginseng] that was originally intended to help him overcome his inner demon tribulation were all instantly shattered and devoured by the system's domineering power.
A massive amount of herbal essence transformed into a surging heat current, rushing into Chen Yi's battered body.
The life Dao patterns flickered wildly, transforming the medicinal power into the purest life essence.
If it were an ordinary cultivator, daring to devour the Medicine King like this, they would have exploded and died long ago.
But Chen Yi didn't care.
He guided this immense life force, merely repairing the fatal wounds to his heart and main meridians, and then poured the rest, without reservation, into Ning Bu'er.
The green life force enveloped Ning Bu'er, and her originally dim nascent soul began to solidify rapidly, while the injuries within her body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Stop treating me!"
Ning Bu'er woke up.
Looking at Chen Yi's bloodied and mangled face, tears welled up instantly.
She could feel the life force continuously flowing into her body; it was Chen Yi sacrificing his life to fill hers!
"Please, take care of yourself!"
She struggled desperately, trying to push Chen Yi's hand away and reject the life-saving magic.
"Don't move."
"
Chen Yi's voice was hoarse, yet carried an undeniable domineering air.
He looked down at the woman in his arms, who was crying her eyes out, and forced an ugly smile.
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing, I won't die."
As long as the core of body refinement remains, as long as the internal organs remain, and as long as the nascent soul is not damaged, he can repair this physical body no matter how badly it is injured.
He is a physical cultivator, but also a freak who cultivates the Azure Healing Technique.
This injury won't kill him.
Unless—the heavenly tribulation is not over yet.
Time passed second by second.
The nine heavenly tribulations have passed.
The figure that had been cleaved deep into the mountain remained motionless for a long time, but the surrounding spiritual energy of heaven and earth continued to circulate wildly, converging towards the center of the ruins.
This scene, witnessed by the onlookers, held profound significance.
"Still alive!"
Someone couldn't help but gasp in surprise.
"It seems Chen Yi has survived the most difficult of the nine heavenly tribulations!"
"And he even brought Fairy Ning with him! My god, is he even human?"
"If Chen Yi were alone, wouldn't this heavenly tribulation be nothing more than a tickle to him?"
The crowd stirred, a mix of amazement, envy, and jealousy.
Lin Yunsheng's face instantly turned ashen, and his body swayed precariously.
It’s over.
We really made it through.
However, at that moment, an old monk with white hair and beard suddenly raised his hand and pointed to the sky, his voice trembling.
"No—don't be too happy yet!"
"Look!"
Everyone looked up upon hearing this.
Instead of dissipating, the tribulation clouds became even darker and thicker, like a giant shroud covering Xingfeng's head.
No sunlight shone through, and no demonic shadows descended.
There was only a suffocating, deathly silence.
"Why hasn't the lightning tribulation dissipated yet? Where is the shadow of the inner demon tribulation?"
"Nine lightning tribulations, and it's still not over? Could it be that the Nascent Soul Tribulation also has ten stages?"
"I've never heard of such a thing before!"
"It's hard to say."
A glint of light flashed in the old cultivator's cloudy eyes, and he said in a deep voice, "Actually, if Chen Yi had undergone the tribulation alone, it might have been over by now. But he went against the heavens, carrying someone who should have been undergoing the tribulation in his arms."
In this situation—it's normal for the will of Heaven and Earth to add another layer to his burden.
Before he could finish speaking...
A deep, muffled thunderclap echoed from the depths of the dark clouds in the sky.
The sound wasn't loud, but it felt like a heavy hammer striking everyone's heart.
Immediately afterwards, strange purple light flowers bloomed in the clouds, beautiful and alluring, yet exuding an aura of despair and destruction.
All the light flowers were frantically converging towards the center of the tribulation cloud.
An unprecedented pressure descended from the sky.
Xuan Yin Zhenjun, who had just descended from the Nine Heavens, suddenly stopped in his tracks.
Her red dress fluttered in the strong wind, and her originally cold and beautiful face changed color.
"This feeling—"
She stared at the brewing tenth lightning tribulation, her pupils slightly contracting.
As a top-tier cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage, her perception of energy far surpasses that of ordinary people.
The intensity of this tenth lightning tribulation is probably no weaker than the golden lightning spirit essence that dripped down from the top of Thunder Peak back then.
But you must know that it was just a drop of overflowing Dao essence back then.
What is taking shape before our eyes is a complete and real heavenly lightning bolt!
This is not a tribulation that a Nascent Soul cultivator should have to endure!
"Chen Yi, can you do it?"
Xuan Yin Zhenjun's gaze pierced through the smoke and dust, looking at the young man covered in blood but still standing straight, and his own female disciple whom he was holding tightly in his arms.
This was the first time she had doubts about this young man who always created miracles.
For the first time, genuine worry appeared in his eyes.
However, the ways of Heaven are merciless, and the tribulation of lightning waits for no one.
next moment.
Suddenly, the world was brightened, and all sounds seemed to be swallowed up.
A bolt of deep purple lightning, as thick as a bucket, carrying a terrifying, world-destroying pressure, crashed down!