Chapter 506: Chapter 506: Terrifying
Lin Shuwei thought for a moment, sighed deeply, and said, "Disband his soldiers and let them cultivate to become immortals. Perhaps it will save a life, otherwise he’ll meet nothing but a dead end today."
"Disband, disband the immortals?"
Upon hearing Lin Shu’s words, Lin Zhiruo’s expression first showed a hint of shock!
The Three Immortals of the monk are no better than Chenn Yuanba’s Three Immortals; he abandoned his mortal body.
Doing so essentially severed the path, forcing him to sneak a glance at the shaded path!
"Such a matter—based on Lin Zhiruo’s understanding of Yang Tian—does he know where he intends to go?"
Chenn Yuanba instantly replied, "Miss Lin Shu, even though..." Even though Yang Xiaozi has always been someone capable of creating miracles, I’m afraid he may be powerless in this situation.
"A path?"
Listening to Chenn Yuanba’s words, Lin Shu didn’t continue speaking but merely smiled faintly.
Even the number one person in the Cultivation World, Li Yicai, was only able to survive under the ninety-nine Xuan Dynasty’s storm of thunder.
How could he possibly make it as Yang Tianhe?
Sunx Luo’s tempest is incalculable, far more terrifying than the ninety-nine Xuan thunder tribulation.
With that illusory miracle?
Just as Lin Shu was mulling over this matter, she suddenly recalled.
"The... the second storm, then?"
Watching Yang Tian stagger as he used his own body to bear the brunt of the first heavy lightning strike, Chenn Yuanba was just about to breathe a sigh of relief.
Unexpectedly, a sense of relaxation washed over him—the kind brought by an overwhelming majesty surpassing that of the initial lightning tribulation, pressing him down completely.
"Miss..."
Lin Zhiruo naturally felt the intense pressure, but before she could express her opinion, she heard a sudden side sound. Her face turned pale, and she nearly fainted.
Clearly, it was an inadequacy of strength and the emotions to endure the Heavenly Might!
As a result, had Lin Zhiruo dared to neglect it, she would have immediately waved her hand. It was a gesture like countless wreaths blooming, seamlessly enveloping Xiao Huan.
"Wanhua Valley’s Guardian God, the flower of burial, is it?" Surely, it’s the most magnificent of all protective measures!"
Lin Shu marveled with a sigh.
But Lin Zhiruo cared little for Lin Shu’s praise; instead, she immediately asked curiously, "Lin Shu, how can this second thunder tribulation be so formidable?"
"As I’ve mentioned before, this calamity is a world-shaking disaster—a tempest capable of awe-inspiring the cosmos. Although I’ve never witnessed it firsthand, it’s been recorded in the Divine Sword Sect library. The purpose of such thunder tribulations is not only to eradicate evil but the malevolent excesses that the world finds intolerable. Of those struck, ten out of ten face death; there is no avoiding it!"
As Lin Shu spoke, she glanced again at Yang Tian, about to clash with the second heavenly thunder, shaking her head and saying, "Each successive tribulation doubles in weight and force. By the time the twelfth thunder tribulation falls, its strength will reach the level of annihilating heaven and earth!" Don’t mention Xiao Huan, even I have to step back to protect myself; otherwise, it’ll be nearly impossible to ensure survival!"
"Each weight doubles over prior ones?"
"The twelfth tribulation can reach annihilation-level power?"
Upon hearing this, Lin Zhi felt her breath becoming increasingly heavy.
Chenn Yuanba immediately shouted: "Then what about Yang Xiaozi..."
"I’ve already said, disband his soldiers so they may repair themselves through cultivation. This kind of thunder tribulation has never once occurred successfully in this world. Even if he gives it his all, it’ll undoubtedly fall short of advancing beyond the eighth layer! Lin Shu shook her head and concluded.
As these words came out, Rao Shiyang suddenly found faith in Yang Tian, but even now, his face remained pale and unmatched!
BOOM!
At this very moment, the second thunderstorm had already collided with Yang Tian.
Yet, this time, Yang Tian still didn’t employ any defensive measures. He stood resolutely within the jet-black rays of light, facing the tribulation boldly—utterly undaunted!
Following that came the third, then the fourth, and the fifth strike...
As only a few breaths of time passed, Yang Tian had already endured seven consecutive thunder tribulations!
In the cascade of these seven storms, Yang Tian’s clothing began to shred into pieces, revealing inches of his skin!
Only at this moment, as Chenn Yuanba and others looked on, did they realize that Yang Tian had finally transformed.
This change wasn’t due to the use of magical weapons or defensive techniques; instead, peculiar patterns began to emerge across Yang Tian’s skin.
Every time the crackling thunder tribulation fell upon him, those patterns burst forth with dark golden light—so vivid that even Yang Tian’s eyes reflected the same eerie golden glow.
"This... this is... this is actually the art of physique refinement!"
Gazing at Yang Tian’s dark golden markings, Lin Shu suddenly cried out in astonishment.
"Physique refinement?"
Hearing this, Lin Zhiruo couldn’t help but ask in amazement, "Uncle Lin, are you saying he’s using the power of lightning tribulations to temper his physical body? This... this cannot be; wouldn’t he die?"
Do you understand how vast the Heavenly Might is?
This is a punishment from Above for cultivators—absolutely not a gift!
Which monk, when facing a heavenly tribulation, doesn’t think of ways to protect his body as best as he can?
But Yang Tian, he did the unthinkable—not only did he forego using any means to preserve his life, but he also sought to use the force of lightning tribulations to strengthen his physique? Isn’t this akin to treating heavenly tribulations as a joke?
"Madness! Utter madness!"
At this moment, Lin Shu couldn’t answer Lin Zhiruo’s questions anymore; her widened eyes fixated incredulously on Yang Tian.
As a highly talented girl in the path of cultivation, Lin Shu had always prided herself on her discernment.
Yet, she had never heard of anyone daring to wield the power of natural tribulations so boldly, treating them no less trivially than trifles!
More importantly, what kind of tribulation did Yang Tian face at this crossroads?
This was the legendary heavenly extermination—the incomparably intense tempest of death!
At this point, she couldn’t fathom Yang Tian anymore. What sort of person was he?
Arrogant?
But Yang Tian’s actions now weren’t mere arrogance—they were pure insanity!
Or... was there another possibility altogether?
"Seven strikes have passed!" And now arrives the eighth strike!"
As Yang Tian lifted his eyes to the heavens, Lin Shu became aware—of these final four. She couldn’t help but feel a surge of dread.
From the ancient tomes she’d read, it was clear that the Senluo Thunder Case was dubbed the "World Thunder Case" due to the uniqueness of its final four strikes!
The last four strikes differed dramatically!
Their might and weight far exceeded the prior seven.
This was the true strength, transcending the holy power one shouldn’t endure during the tribulations!
In other words, these final four strikes were equivalent to the combined strength of the supreme beings from various realms enduring full force attacks. In the divine epoch, even the mightiest of beings couldn’t bear an attack of this scale!
As Lin Shu pondered this, the clouds above began shifting once more, and the thunder, as if it carried the rage of gods, started reverberating across the cosmos.
"Retreat now!"
Lin Shu hadn’t finished thinking before immediately shouting at Lin Zhiruo and Chenn Yuanba.
Lin Zhiruo and Chenn Yuanba, though baffled, didn’t hesitate to follow the imposing solemnity in Lin Shu’s expression and withdrew immediately.
After retreating ten miles, the clouds suddenly coalesced into a massive sword of torrential power, striking Yang Tian’s feet with fury.
The tribulation mouth opened wide, almost obscuring the sun, and even the heavens trembled slightly!
"So the eighth strike finally arrives?"
Looking at the sword of tribulation clouds, Rao Shiyang couldn’t help but feel a chill run down his spine.
After a long pause, he finally regained his composure, taking a deep breath before stepping onto the heavenly path and roaring, "Three slays the fiends, three steps to heaven!"