178: Chapter 178 What Does It Matter If I'm Blessed by Lightning Tribulation?

"Rumble—"

In the sky, thick, dark clouds churned like ink, and streaks of deep blue lightning slithered and surged through the clouds, resembling roaring Dragons.

The entire world trembled under this terrifying Heavenly Dao might.

Cultivators within a radius of several hundred miles, regardless of their cultivation level, felt a shudder from the depths of their Souls at this moment.

That was the might of the Heavenly Dao, irresistible.

In front of the Tiangang Sect's mountain gate, those Cultivators who had come to attend the Saint canonization ceremony looked up, their faces pale, their eyes filled with horror.

"The Saint Tribulation! It is the Saint Tribulation!"

"The Tiangang Sect's Old Ancestor is about to become a Saint!"

"Retreat! Quickly retreat! Don't get caught in the Lightning Tribulation!"

Everyone retreated frantically, scrambling to flee the area, terrified that if they were a step too slow, they would be blasted to ashes by the Heavenly lightning.

However—

Just as everyone was desperately trying to stay away from the center of the Lightning Tribulation, a cyan-clad figure moved against the flow and stepped into the thunderclouds in a single stride.

"Is that the Tiangang Sect's Old Ancestor?!"

"He actually charged straight into the thunderclouds!"

Exclamations rang out one after another, and everyone stared with wide eyes, locked onto the figure that had vanished into the thunderclouds, their faces filled with shock.

Inside the Tiangang Sect, the Sect Leader, Li Tianxiao, watched that figure, his mood exceptionally agitated.

This is the Old Ancestor!

Their Tiangang Sect's Old Ancestor!

Dominating!

At this moment, an Elder beside him revealed a hint of confusion, "Why does the Old Ancestor look much more upright?"

Li Tianxiao looked at the thunderclouds from afar and replied with great pride, "The Old Ancestor is becoming a Saint; naturally, he is different from before."

Meanwhile, inside the thunderclouds.

Lightning was as dense as a web, and each bolt contained the power to destroy the heavens and earth.

This was the place of Heavenly Dao punishment, the final test for a Cultivator at the Peak of the Asking Dao Realm.

Anyone who was not a Saint who stepped into this place would undoubtedly die.

However—

Shen Qingyuan walked through the thunderclouds with his hands tucked into his sleeves, his pace leisurely and unhurried, as if he were taking a stroll after a meal.

Those bolts of lightning, capable of destroying cities, slid away automatically the moment they touched his body, like water droplets hitting a lotus leaf; they didn't even touch a fraction of his clothing.

The Lightning Tribulation seemed unable to "see" him at all.

Ancestor Li Jue stood beneath the thunderclouds, covered in blood, his face deathly pale. Seeing this scene, he was completely stunned.

"Impossible... This is impossible..."

His voice was trembling, and his eyes were filled with disbelief.

The Saint Tribulation he had summoned, the might of the Heavenly Dao, had absolutely no reaction to this person?

How could this be?!

"No! I don't believe it!"

Ancestor Li Jue roared hoarsely, his eyes filled with madness.

He suddenly looked up at the churning thunderclouds in the sky, his internal spiritual power surging wildly, his blood burning, desperately provoking the Heavenly Tribulation.

"Lightning! Strike him!"

"Rumble!"

The thunderclouds seemed to be enraged by his provocation; a deep blue bolt of lightning, as thick as a water bucket, struck down from the clouds, heading straight for Ancestor Li Jue's head!

That lightning was thicker and brighter than any before, its power terrifying to the extreme!

Ancestor Li Jue's expression changed drastically, and he tried to resist with all his might.

However—

Just as the lightning was about to strike!

A hand reached out from the side.

Long, slender fingers lightly brushed across the Void Realm.

That bolt of lightning, capable of destroying everything, was instantly frozen in mid-air as if grabbed by an invisible hand.

Then, it slowly dissipated.

As if it had never appeared.

Ancestor Li Jue's eyes widened, and he stood frozen in place, as if struck by lightning himself.

"You... You..."

His voice was trembling, his lips quivering, unable to utter a complete word.

What had he just seen?

Someone had erased his Saint Tribulation with a single hand?!

That was a Lightning Tribulation that even a Saint would have to handle with extreme caution!

It had actually... been casually erased by someone?!

Shen Qingyuan withdrew his hand, tucked his hands back into his sleeves, and looked into the depths of the thunderclouds.

"So this is the Lightning Tribulation; it is a bit weak."

He glanced at Ancestor Li Jue, a smile curling at the corner of his mouth, "Then again, if it were too strong, no one would be able to pass this Saint Tribulation."

Ancestor Li Jue's voice was hoarse, his eyes filled with horror, "You... Who exactly are you?!"

Shen Qingyuan did not answer, merely looking up at the sky.

"Before you die, let me show you what a true tribulation is!"

His voice was not loud, yet it exploded in Ancestor Li Jue's ears like a verdict from the Heavenly Dao.

Before the words had even faded, he raised his finger toward the sky.

His slender finger pointed toward the firmament.

The movement was casual, light and breezy.

Yet, with this light and breezy point—

"Rumble—!!!"

Above the Nine Heavens, a heaven-shaking, earth-shattering roar suddenly exploded!

The sound was more terrifying than ten thousand bolts of lightning roaring in unison, shaking the entire world violently!

Cultivators within a radius of a thousand miles, regardless of their cultivation level, felt a shudder from the depths of their Souls at this moment.

It was as if something far more terrifying than the Saint Tribulation was descending!

Ancestor Li Jue suddenly looked up, his pupils shrinking!

In the sky, the churning thunderclouds seemed to freeze at this moment.

The deep blue lightning that had been slithering and surging was instantly halted, as if grabbed by an invisible hand.

Then—

A beam of light descended from above the Nine Heavens.

No, it was not light.

It was lightning.

A bolt of lightning.

A bolt of lightning as thick as a mountain and as blazing as the sun!

The lightning was the color of Chaos, containing the most primitive power of destruction between heaven and earth!

Ancestor Li Jue's mind went blank.

What did he feel from this bolt of lightning?

It was the Heavenly Dao.

It was the true Heavenly Dao!

The Saint Tribulation he had just summoned was like a firefly compared to the blazing sun in the face of this lightning!

"No—!!!"

Ancestor Li Jue let out a shrill scream, trying to escape with all his might.

But his body simply would not obey him.

That Heavenly might locked him down tight, leaving him unable to move even a single finger!

"Boom—!!!"

The Chaos-colored lightning struck Ancestor Li Jue precisely.

There was no explosion.

There was no loud noise.

There was not even a mist of blood.

Ancestor Li Jue's body, the moment it touched the lightning, melted instantly like residual snow under the blazing sun.

From the top of his head to the soles of his feet, inch by inch, he turned into nothingness.

His skin, flesh, bones, Meridians, Dantian, Divine Soul...

Everything, absolutely everything, evaporated away within that Chaos-colored lightning.

He didn't even have time to let out a second scream.

It took no more than a single breath of time.

The Tiangang Sect's Old Ancestor, Ancestor Li Jue, who was at the Peak of the ninth level of the Asking Dao Realm, just one step away from the Saint Realm—

Not a bone remained.

Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering.

Not even dregs remained.

In the sky, that Chaos-colored lightning slowly dissipated.

The dark clouds churned and lightning flashed, but that heart-stopping Heavenly might lingered for a long time.

Great Elder Yun Zhongzi stood at the edge of the valley, his face deathly pale, his entire body trembling.

He had lived for thousands of years, seen countless experts, and experienced countless life-and-death situations.

But he had never been as terrified as he was at this moment.

That Chaos-colored lightning...

That Heavenly might that made the entire world tremble...

That young man who had casually summoned the Heavenly Tribulation and wiped out a Peak ninth-level Asking Dao Realm expert with a light and breezy gesture...

"A Saint... No, not a Saint..."

Great Elder Yun Zhongzi muttered to himself, his voice trembling.

He was an expert at the Peak of the Asking Dao Realm, just one step away from the Saint Realm.

He could clearly feel that the lightning Shen Qingyuan had just summoned was power that no Saint could possibly control!

That was the true might of the Heavenly Dao!

What on earth is this Senior's cultivation level?!