112: Chapter 112 Sevenfold Inner Demon Tribulation, Illusion of the Past Life

The last wisp of azure wood lightning from the Five Elements Lightning Tribulation slowly dissipated in the air.

Lin Ye sat slumped in the center of the heavenly manifestation stone, gasping for breath.

Every breath brought with it a scorching pain, as if countless tiny needles were pricking his lungs.

He looked down at his left arm—the arm armor had completely shattered, revealing the charred and cracked skin beneath, where dark red flesh was faintly visible, and several severe wounds even exposed white bone shards.

Qi and blood value: 40% / 100%.

This number flickered with a harsh red light on the attribute panel, pulsing like the heartbeat of a dying man.

The final strike of that Five Elements Convergence Lightning had almost cost him his life.

If not for the fact that he had swallowed three heaven-returning divine pills at the last critical moment, relying on the majestic medicinal power of the epic-grade Medicinal Pill to forcibly hold onto his last breath, he would likely have turned into a pile of charred ash on the heavenly manifestation stone by now.

The cost was heavy.

Ten heaven-returning divine pills—this was the life-saving trump card that Zhao Wuji had spent nearly half of the Heavenly Court Chamber of Commerce's liquid funds and utilized all channels to gather within five days.

Each one was worth nearly ten thousand Spirit Stones, enough to make ordinary players fight tooth and nail for it at an auction house.

Yet, Lin Ye had used up a full ten of them during the fourth Five Elements Lightning Tribulation.

What was even more terrifying was that the recovery effect of the Medicinal Pill was diminishing.

The System prompt was clearly displayed below the status bar:

[Warning: Consuming a large amount of high-grade recovery Medicinal Pill in a short period has caused 'drug resistance'. The recovery effect of the heaven-returning divine pill has decreased to 30%, and the effect of the high-grade qi and blood pill / Divine Power pill has decreased to 50%. This status will persist until the Undergoing Tribulation ends.]

This meant he could no longer rely on Medicinal Pill for the subsequent Lightning Tribulation.

Lin Ye struggled to lift his still-functional right hand and took out the last three heaven-returning divine pills from his Storage Pouch.

The golden pills rolled in his palm, emitting an alluring medicinal fragrance, but he knew that the combined effect of these three pills might not even equal the very first one.

"Must save them," he muttered to himself, carefully putting the pills away.

He turned his gaze to the equipment bar.

The durability of the thunder gods protection set had already fallen to 47%, and the crack in the center of the breastplate, pierced by the golden lightning, was particularly shocking; through the crack, one could see the equally damaged inner armor beneath.

The left side of the helmet was completely deformed, crushed inward by the suppressing force of the earth lightning.

The bracers and leg armor were covered in scorch marks and corrosion pits, resulting from the continuous damage of fire lightning and water lightning, respectively.

The mysterious thunder heart-protecting shield was completely scrapped, its body shattered into a dozen pieces that were scattered around the heavenly manifestation stone.

Those priceless top-grade ice Soul crystals had all turned into powder by now, drifting away with the wind.

The condition of the myriad things mother qi cauldron embryo was slightly better, but the cracks on the cauldron body had widened by another circle, and the gushing volume of mysterious yellow qi had dropped by 60%.

Although this Innate object would not be truly destroyed, if it continued to withstand high-intensity lightning strikes, it might enter a long dormant period.

The only thing to be thankful for was that the Chaos Heavenly Emperor Body seemed to have undergone some subtle changes under the tempering of the Five Elements Lightning Tribulation.

Lin Ye pulled up his Physique panel:

[Chaos Heavenly Emperor Body (Unique Through the Ages)]

[Current Development: 5.3%]

[New Trait: Five Elements Resistance (Elementary) — Resistance to Gold, Wood, Water, Fire, and Earth Five Elements attribute damage +10%]

[New Trait: Five Elements Conversion (Elementary) — Can slowly convert absorbed Five Elements energy into Chaos Divine Power (Conversion efficiency: 3%)]

[Hint: The Five Elements Lightning Tribulation tempering has caused the Physique to develop an initial adaptability to the Five Elements Law, and this effect will increase with the improvement of the Realm.]

Five Elements resistance +10%, Five Elements conversion 3%.

Although the increase was not large, it might play a key role in the upcoming Lightning Tribulation.

Lin Ye slowly stood up; even though his legs were still trembling and every movement caused his entire body's wounds to ache as if they were being torn apart, he still forced himself to stand straight.

He looked up at the sky, where the clouds were changing.

The first four Lightning Tribulations—the three-color lightning, four-color lightning, Five Elements lightning, and Yin and Yang lightning—had all been passed.

Although the fifth Yin and Yang lightning was also dangerous, having learned from the lessons of the Five Elements lightning, Lin Ye had responded more cautiously, using up his last seven lightning evasion talismans and a large number of high-grade pills, finally surviving without any major mishaps.

Now, it was the sixth... no, that was not right.

Lin Ye's pupils contracted slightly.

The color of the clouds was shifting from the black and white of the Yin and Yang lightning to a more bizarre state.

It was not a change in color, but... a change in substance.

The clouds were becoming transparent and illusory, as if shifting from reality into a dream.

Rolling within the clouds were no longer lightning bolts, but various blurry light and shadows: shattered cities, burning war banners, collapsed palaces, and... countless familiar yet strange faces.

An invisible pressure began to shroud the entire Lingxiao Peak.

It was not a physical pressure, not an impact of energy, but a heaviness that acted directly on the heart and Soul.

It was like an invisible mountain pressing down on his chest, making it hard to breathe, making one feel fear, making one... want to escape.

Lin Ye's heart jumped violently.

He recognized this sign.

"The seventh... Heart Demon Tribulation."

The moment the words fell, the world changed.

It was not the clouds in the sky that changed, but the entire Lingxiao Peak, the entire Chaos Valley, and even the world as far as the eye could see, all began to twist, blur, and reorganize.

The heavenly manifestation stone disappeared.

The thunder gods protection set disappeared.

The myriad things mother qi cauldron embryo disappeared.

Even Lin Ye's own body became light, as if it had lost its weight and substance, turning into a wisp of a wandering Soul.

Then, he "saw" a scene.

It was a charred battlefield.

The sky was dark red, as if stained by blood and fire.

The ground was covered with huge craters, with smoke still rising from their edges—the traces of bombardment by high-level Spell.

Broken weapons, shattered armor, and tattered war banners were scattered across the battlefield, stained with dried, blackened blood.

The air was filled with a thick smell of blood and burnt stench, as well as a kind of... dead silence.

Absolute dead silence.

No shouts of killing, no sounds of weapons clashing, no explosions of Spell; nothing at all.

Only the whimpering of the wind passing through the ruins, like the weeping of lost Souls.

Lin Ye "stood" in the center of the battlefield, looking around blankly.

Where was this?

Why was he here?

Then, he saw people.

No, to be precise, corpses.

Corpses wearing the standard armor of the Heavenly Court lay scattered on the ground.

Some corpses were still intact, just with a piercing wound in the chest or throat; others were mangled, with severed arms and limbs scattered several meters away; and some were even unrecognizable as human, reduced to nothing but piles of charred flesh.

Lin Ye's breathing quickened.

He knew these people.

No, not knew, but... was familiar with.

That familiarity was bone-deep, as if these people had lived with him day and night, fought side by side with him, and... died for him.

He staggered toward the nearest corpse.

It was a young warrior, looking no more than twenty, still with a childish look on his face.

He lay on his back, eyes wide open, pupils already dilated, but there was no fear on his face, only a kind of... unwillingness.

There was a bowl-sized hole in his chest with charred edges, as if pierced by some scorching energy.

Lin Ye crouched down, trembling as he reached out to close those eyes.

But his fingers passed through the corpse's cheek.

He was stunned.

He looked down at his own hand—the palm was transparent, like a ghost.

Just then, a voice came from behind, weak and familiar:

"Valley... Valley Master..."

Lin Ye turned around abruptly.

A figure was sitting beside a ruin a dozen meters away, half-leaning against a broken tower shield.

It was a middle-aged man, his face covered in blood, his left arm severed at the shoulder, the wound crudely bandaged with a torn war banner, but blood was still seeping out, staining a large patch of the ground beneath him red.

Shi Potian.

"Brother Shi!" Lin Ye cried out and rushed over.

But Shi Potian seemed unable to see him, nor could he hear his voice.

Those eyes that had once burned with Battle Intent were now dim and lusterless, staring blankly at the sky, muttering to himself:

"Valley Master... I'm sorry... we... couldn't hold it..."

"The Heavenly Court... is finished..."

"The brothers... are all dead..."

With every sentence, a mouthful of blood gushed from his mouth.

His breath grew weaker, and his life was fading rapidly.

Lin Ye knelt before him, frantically wanting to do something—stop the bleeding, heal him, or even just say a word of comfort.

But his hands passed through Shi Potian's body again and again; his voice could not be conveyed; he was like a true ghost, only able to watch helplessly, unable to do anything.

"No... it's not like this..." Lin Ye muttered, "Shi Potian is still alive, he is guarding the defense line down the mountain, he..."

Before he could finish, footsteps came from afar.

Heavy, rhythmic, and murderous footsteps.

Lin Ye looked up.

A black army was walking from the edge of the horizon.

They wore uniform pitch-black armor, with a blood-colored throne pattern branded on the chest—the symbol of the Primordial Royal Court.

At the very front of the army, a figure riding a black nightmare beast was particularly eye-catching; he wore dark red armor, a crown of thorns on his head, and held a dripping sword in his hand.

Blood Prince.

But the Blood Prince at this moment looked more powerful and majestic than in Lin Ye's memory.

His Rank was no longer 58, but... Lin Ye could not see through it.

That unfathomable aura was at least Xiantai Realm, perhaps even higher.

The Blood Prince led the massive, dark army, sweeping across the battlefield like a tide.

When they passed the corpses of those Heavenly Court warriors, they didn't even glance at them, as if they were not lives, but just stones on the roadside.

Then, they stopped in front of Shi Potian.

The Blood Prince looked down at the dying Shi Potian, a cruel smile curling his lips:

"Heavenly Court Azure Dragon Hall Master, Shi Potian? Hegemon Bloodline, quite a good Material."

He raised his sword, pointing the tip at Shi Potian's heart:

"Don't worry, I won't let you die too quickly. Your Hegemon Blood, I will drain it drop by drop to temper my blood divine weapon. Your Soul, I will Seal into the Soul banner, never to be reincarnated. As for your Valley Master..."

The Blood Prince paused, his smile becoming even more ferocious:

"He abandoned you all and fled long ago. A coward who can abandon his own subordinates, is he even worthy of being called an emperor?"

"You're lying!" Shi Potian suddenly burst out with his last strength, roaring, "The Valley Master would not abandon us! He will definitely come back! He will definitely avenge us!"

"Is that so?" The Blood Prince sneered, "Then look, what is this?"

With a wave of his hand, a water mirror appeared in the air.

In the water mirror, a back view was reflected.

It was a back view wearing tattered Chaos armor, stumbling and fleeing into the distance.

The back view was very blurry, the face could not be seen, but the armor, the figure, the aura...

"Val... Valley Master?" Shi Potian was stunned.

Lin Ye was also stunned.

That back view... was it him?

No, it was not. Although it looked very similar, there were subtle differences in the details.

The damage to the armor was wrong, the posture of running was wrong, and even the aura emitted was wrong.

But Shi Potian believed it.

This iron-willed man, this warrior who had not shed a tear even with a severed arm and severe injuries, the moment he saw that back view, the last light in his eyes extinguished.

"So... it was true..."

He muttered, and then slowly closed his eyes.

The last of his vitality dissipated.

The Blood Prince's sword fell, piercing his heart, and began to drain his blood and perform Soul Refining.

Lin Ye rushed over frantically, wanting to stop it, but his body still passed through everything.

He could only watch helplessly, watching Shi Potian's blood being drained, watching his Soul being extracted and Sealed into a pitch-black Soul banner, watching those eyes that had once been filled with Battle Intent completely lose their luster.

"No—!!!"

Lin Ye roared at the sky, his voice filled with pain, anger, and... powerlessness.

But no one heard.

The scene began to shatter and reorganize.

This time, it was the Chaos Valley.

But not the vibrant, flourishing Chaos Valley that Lin Ye was familiar with.

Instead... it was a ruin.

The defensive fortifications were all destroyed, buildings turned into rubble, and spiritual fields burned to charred earth.

Corpses were everywhere in the valley, both of Heavenly Court players and of the invaders.

Rivers of blood, truly rivers of blood—spreading from the valley entrance all the way to the valley floor, gathering into pools of blood, casting an eerie red glow under the setting sun.

In front of the main hall in the center of the valley, there was still a last group of people resisting.

About thirty people, all injured, back to back, forming a circle.

In the center of the circle were several familiar figures: Zhao Wuji had three arrows stuck in his chest, yet he was still directing and coordinating; Qin Ruoxue's face was half-charred, and the intelligence scroll in her hand was already stained with blood; Chen Hao's chaos unit no. 1 lay to the side, the cockpit violently torn open, and there was no one inside.

And standing at the very front was Su Qingyue.

The Vast Cold magic staff in her hand was already broken, and she could only use the remaining half of the staff to support her body.

Her moon-white magic robe was tattered, revealing the ice-skin and jade-bones beneath, which were equally scarred.

Her ice-blue long hair was draped messily over her shoulders, the tips stained with blood and dust.

But she stood very straight.

Those ice-blue eyes were burning with a resolute flame.

Opposite her were dense crowds of enemies.

Not only the Primordial Royal Court, but also the All Under Heaven Society, the Misty Rain Tower, the Imperial Dynasty... almost all the forces hostile to the Heavenly Court had come.

Their numbers exceeded five hundred, surrounding Su Qingyue and the others tightly, leaving no escape.

"Elder Su, surrender."

A voice came from the enemy Ranks.

The speaker was the president of the All Under Heaven Society, a middle-aged man wearing golden battle armor, Rank 58, holding an Azure Dragon Crescent Blade.

"Your Heavenly Court is finished. Lin Ye abandoned you and fled, Shi Potian has died in battle, and Chaos Valley has been breached. With only you remnants left, what kind of waves can you still make?"

Su Qingyue looked at him coldly, without speaking.

She simply tightened her grip on the broken half of her staff.

"Stubborn and foolish." The president of the All Under Heaven Society shook his head, "Then... kill them all."

He raised the Crescent Blade, and the five hundred players behind him raised their weapons in unison.

Just at this critical juncture, Su Qingyue suddenly smiled.

The smile was heartbreakingly beautiful and resolute, like the last ice lotus blooming in the cold night.

"You want to kill us?" she said softly, "Very well."

"But you, too, must pay the price."

As she finished speaking, she slammed the broken half of her staff into the ground!

Boom—!!!

With the staff as the center, a terrifying cold energy exploded instantly!

It was not ordinary cold energy, but... an ultimate coldness obtained by burning life, burning the Soul, and burning everything!

Su Qingyue's body began to become transparent, and an ice-blue glow emerged beneath her skin; that was her Vast Cold Spirit Body operating in overload, heading toward self-destruction.

Zhao Wuji, Qin Ruoxue, and the others behind her seemed to realize something and tried to stop her, but it was already too late.

"Vast Cold Spirit Body... Ultimate Forbidden Spell..."

Su Qingyue's voice was ethereal as the wind:

"Moon Fall... Ice Seal... Extinction of All Things..."

The sky darkened.

It wasn't nightfall, but a giant phantom of a bright moon appearing above Chaos Valley.

The moon was so close, so large, as if it would fall down the next second.

Then, it truly began to fall.

Not the physical body, but... the moonlight.

The silvery-white moonlight poured down like a waterfall, and wherever it passed, everything froze.

Enemies, weapons, buildings, corpses, and even... space itself, solidified, froze, and turned into eternal ice sculptures within the moonlight.

The president of the All Under Heaven Society tried to flee in terror, but as soon as he turned around, the moonlight enveloped him.

He maintained his turning posture, his entire person instantly freezing into a lifelike ice sculpture, the expression of terror on his face frozen forever.

Five hundred enemies were all frozen within three breaths.

But the price Su Qingyue paid was...

Her body, starting from her feet, turning bit by bit into ice crystals and drifting away with the wind.

"Qingyue!!!"

Zhao Wuji roared as he tried to rush over, but after taking just one step, his legs were frozen—the forbidden Spell was indiscriminate.

"Don't come over..." Su Qingyue's voice was already so faint it was almost inaudible, "Tell... Lin Ye..."

"I... have no regrets..."

The moment the final word "regrets" left her lips, her body completely turned into ice crystals filling the sky, drifting in the wind.

The ice crystals landed on the ground, making a crisp sound like a final elegy.

The moonlight dissipated, and the phantom of the bright moon vanished.

Chaos Valley had turned into a frozen dead zone.

More than thirty Heavenly Court survivors, along with over five hundred enemies, were eternally frozen here, becoming the final monument of this war.

Lin Ye stood in the center of the frozen Chaos Valley, looking at the place where Su Qingyue had disappeared, looking at the frozen expressions of Zhao Wuji, Qin Ruoxue, and the others, looking at those ice sculptures...

His mind was completely blank.

Pain?

He could no longer feel pain.

Anger?

Anger to the extreme, on the contrary, became calm.

Only a cold, dead, and all-consuming emptiness remained.

"Is this... the future?" he muttered to himself.

"I was reborn for a lifetime, tried my best, changed so much... In the end, must I still walk toward the same ending?"

"Comrades dying tragically, a beloved falling, the foundation destroyed, abandoned by all..."

"Then what meaning is there in my Rebirth...?"

His Dao Heart began to tremble.

It was not wavering, but... cracking.

Just like a mirror struck by a heavy hammer, countless cracks appeared on the surface, ready to shatter completely at any moment.

Lin Ye slowly knelt to the ground, clutching his head with both hands, a suppressed, beast-like low growl emitting from his throat.

He thought of his past life.

He thought of the brothers who died before him, thought of the lost Legacies, thought of the world that was eventually swallowed by darkness, thought of... the despair of standing alone on the ruins, facing endless enemies.

So, nothing had changed.

So, fate had already written the script.

So, all his efforts, all his struggles, were just a joke.

"Give up..." a voice rang out in his mind, gentle and filled with temptation.

"You are already very tired, aren't you?"

"Reborn for a lifetime, you have shouldered too much, borne too much."

"Why not let go?"

"Let go of the responsibility, let go of the obsession, let go of those people and things destined to be lost."

"You only need to close your eyes, accept all of this, and you will no longer be in pain..."

The voice became clearer and clearer, closer and closer.

Lin Ye raised his head and saw a blurry shadow standing before him.

That shadow had no specific form, just a mass of constantly changing light, but the aura it emitted made him feel inexplicably familiar and... intimate.

"Who... are you?" Lin Ye asked hoarsely.

"I am you," the shadow replied, "the truest thought in the depths of your heart, the most honest desire in the depths of your Soul."

"You don't want to see comrades die again, do you?"

"You don't want to experience the pain of loss again, do you?"

"You don't want to carry all the responsibilities alone again, do you?"

Every time the shadow asked, it moved one step closer.

"Come, accept me, accept your true self."

"Then... sleep forever."

"In the dream, you can have everything you want. Chaos Valley will forever prosper, comrades will forever live, Su Qingyue will forever be by your side. No Heavenly Tribulation, no enemies, no war, no loss..."

"That is... true happiness."

The shadow reached out a hand, and that hand gradually solidified, becoming exactly the same as Lin Ye's hand.

As long as he held this hand, all pain would end.

Lin Ye looked at that hand, his eyes dazed.

Yes, so tired.

Really so tired.

From the moment of his Rebirth, he had never truly rested.

Every day he was calculating, every day he was planning, every day he was struggling with all his might.

To seize the initiative, to become stronger, to protect...

But what was the result?

The Fourth Lightning Tribulation almost took his life, and the Heart Demon Tribulation, at his most vulnerable moment, dug out all the deepest fears in his heart, spreading them out bloody before him.

Perhaps... the shadow was right.

Perhaps... giving up was the release.

His hand slowly raised, reaching toward that hand.

The distance between the two hands became closer and closer.

Ten inches, five inches, three inches, one inch...

Just at the moment his fingertips were about to touch—Lin Ye's hand stopped.

It was not that he stopped voluntarily, but... something deeper within him had stopped him.

It was a tremor so faint it was almost imperceptible, coming from the deepest part of his Soul, from the one who had experienced past and present lives, witnessed countless life and death, yet still refused to bow his head... the real Lin Ye.

"Wrong..." Lin Ye muttered.

"What is wrong?" the shadow asked still gently.

"Shi Potian..." Lin Ye's eyes began to focus, "He would not say 'Valley Master, I'm sorry'."

"What?"

"That guy Shi Potian, even when death was imminent, would laugh out loud and say 'Boss, I'll follow you in the next life too'. He would not apologize, never."

The shadow fell silent.

"And Su Qingyue..." Lin Ye continued, his voice becoming clearer and clearer, "She would indeed use a forbidden Spell to protect her companions, but she would not say 'Tell Lin Ye I have no regrets'."

"What would she say?"

"She would say..." a trace of tenderness flashed in Lin Ye's eyes, "'Tell him, don't try to be a hero alone next time.'"

"Because she knows, I will return."

"Because I promised her, I would definitely return."

Lin Ye slowly stood up, although his body was still illusory, his spine straightened bit by bit.

"This illusion... is very realistic."

"But you made a fatal mistake."

"You wanted to make me desperate too much, so you pushed everything to the worst ending. But you forgot—"

His voice suddenly turned stern:

"I, Lin Ye, have never believed in fate!"

"I didn't believe it in my past life, and I believe it even less in this life!"

"Comrades will die? Then I will become stronger, strong enough that no one can kill them!"

"A beloved will fall? Then I will reverse time and space, and snatch her back from the hands of death!"

"The foundation will be destroyed? Then I will rebuild a larger, more glorious Heavenly Court!"

"As for being abandoned by all..."

Lin Ye smiled, his smile carrying an unprecedented determination:

"My brothers, I believe in them. Just as they believe in me."

"Shi Potian would fight until the last moment, but would not suspect that I abandoned him."

"Su Qingyue would use a forbidden Spell, but would not leave such last words."

"Zhao Wuji, Qin Ruoxue, Chen Hao... every one of them would not be as desperate as in the illusion."

"Because we are the Heavenly Court."

"Because we are companions who rose from obscurity together, experienced life and death together, and created countless miracles together!"

The moment his words fell, the entire world began to shake violently!

The frozen Chaos Valley shattered, the scorched battlefield collapsed, and those corpses, those ice sculptures, those enemies, all turned into specks of light and dissipated.

The shadow let out an unwilling roar, trying to re-condense, but Lin Ye just raised his hand and pointed—"Break!"

There was no energy fluctuation, no Spell brilliance.

Just one word.

But it was this word, as if it contained some supreme will, like the first ray of light after the creation of the world, instantly tearing apart all illusions!

The shadow let out a miserable scream and completely dissipated.

The illusion was shattered.

Lin Ye was once again "standing" on the peak of Lingxiao Peak, standing on the heavenly manifestation stone.

The clouds in the sky returned to normal—no, not normal, but turned into a pure chaotic color; that was the true form of the Seventh Lightning Tribulation: Chaos Heart Demon Tribulation.

Everything just now was only the prelude to the Heart Demon Tribulation.

And now, the real test had just begun.

But Lin Ye's eyes were already completely different from before.

It was an will, tempered after experiencing the deepest despair and breaking free from it, as indestructible as ten-thousand-year black iron.

[System Prompt: Successfully survived the Seventh Lightning Tribulation · Heart Demon Tribulation]

[Obtained Rewards: Divine Sense +500, Dao Heart Perfection +20%]

[Chaos Heavenly Emperor Body development increased to 6.1%]

[New Trait: Heart Demon Immunity (Elementary) — Resistance to illusion, mental control, and Heart Demon invasion effects +30%]

[New Trait: Willpower Tempering — Divine Sense strength permanently increased by 10%]

[Current Status: Dao Heart Firm (All Attributes +5%, Skill Effects +10%), Divine Sense Full (Divine Sense Cap +500, Recovery Speed +20%)]

His Divine Sense surged!

The Divine Sense that was originally exhausted from successive tribulations had not only fully recovered at this moment but was also nearly 30% stronger than before!

That feeling was like a dried-up pond suddenly being injected with a great river, surging Mental Energy rushing in his Sea of Consciousness, elevating his thinking speed, perception range, and reaction ability to a new level.

More critical was the Dao Heart Perfection.

The 20% increase meant that his understanding of his own Dao was deeper, his will more firm, and it would be difficult to be shaken again when facing any predicament.

This was something more precious than attribute increases, the cornerstone for challenging higher Realms in the future.

Lin Ye slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air.

In this turbid air, there were some black mists—that was the negative energy remaining from the Heart Demon Tribulation, now completely expelled from his body.

He looked up at the sky.

The chaotic-colored clouds began to rotate slowly, forming a huge vortex.

Deep within the vortex, the Eighth Lightning Tribulation was brewing, and seven-colored light was already vaguely visible.

But Lin Ye was no longer afraid.

He sat cross-legged and began to regulate his breathing.

Although the Heart Demon Tribulation was dangerous, it was not a direct energy attack, so the consumption of his physical body was not large.

At this moment, his qi and blood were still 40%, Divine Power 32%, and his injuries were still serious, but his mental state was better than ever.

He took out the last three heaven-returning divine pills from his Storage Pouch.

After hesitating for a moment, he swallowed only one.

The medicinal power dissolved, but due to drug resistance, it only restored 15% of his qi and blood and 12% of his Divine Power.

However, it was enough.

He would save the remaining two for the most critical moment.

"The Eighth Seven-Colored Lightning Tribulation, the Ninth eye of the heavenly dao..." Lin Ye muttered to himself, a firm light shining in his eyes.

"Come on."

"Let me see, what kind of test this world can actually bring down."

"And I... how far I will go."

The mountain wind howled, blowing his tattered battle robe.

But the figure sitting on the heavenly manifestation stone was like an eternal mountain, letting the wind blow and rain beat, yet he remained unmoved.

And at the foot of the mountain, the battle had already entered a white-hot stage.

The elites of the Primordial Royal Court led by the Blood Prince had already broken through the second line of defense and were fiercely engaging in battle with the third line of defense personally guarded by Shi Potian.

But all of this, for now, had nothing to do with Lin Ye.

His battlefield was in this sky above his head.