First and foremost, the Great Elder of the Piaomiao Sect absolutely did not want to die.
Secondly, whether he lived or died now seed beyond his control.
He had envisioned various ways to die, but never imagined such a tragic death from tribulation thunder triggered by eight people.
The good news was that his conjecture was correct: the barrier of the Realm of Transcendence could only be seen when forced to the limit by external power, providing a general direction for those who ca after, pointing the way forward.
The bad news was that he might beco cold text recorded in the history of the Cultivator Realm.
But he wanted to be alive to receive admiration!
Rumble!
The Thunder Pool was churning violently. Having watched Han Yu undergo his tribulation, they naturally understood this was the prelude to the descent of tribulation thunder.
With a crackling roar, sixty-four bolts of tribulation thunder fell, crackling as if they would shatter this world, passing through the mountain stream and crashing down hard.
Each person received exactly eight bolts.
"Actually, it doesn’t need to be so fair."
Elder Luo was almost in tears. He was still injured, having been beaten up by this group of bastards a few days ago, and hadn’t recovered yet! It would have been nice to spare him a few less bolts!
The Great Elder of the Unparalleled Tower was in no better shape. As noon passed, the side effects of his Mayfly Pill were dragging him into a process of decay.
If they dragged this out, with his physical body becoming weaker, he was highly likely to be the first to die.
Though the rest didn’t have these restrictions, their expressions weren’t much better.
"Why don’t we work together?"
The old monk from the Galan Temple suggested with a face full of sorrow. Since they had already provoked it, they might as well work together.
But before anyone could respond, the Great Elder of the Piaomiao Sect hastily and angrily called for a halt.
"Please spare ! Aren’t the tribulation thunders big enough already? If we work together, it will only increase the power of the tribulation thunders."
Just approaching made the tribulation thunder expand; if they joined forces to resist, it would surely trigger another increase in the power of the tribulation thunders.
"Scatter first, and each defend themselves."
This was the only plan he could think of for now.
Eight bolts of tribulation thunder per person, they should be able to withstand them.
Fortunately, the color of this wave of tribulation thunder was still silver, the most basic level of tribulation thunder.
"Hold it for !"
A group of them hurriedly used their magical treasures to transform and intercept.
The old monk from the Galan Temple pulled out a large wooden fish, which, when enlarged in mid-air, was the size of a small mountain.
The silver-white tribulation thunder struck it, causing electric light to burst, silver arcs darting around. After eight strikes, the wooden fish fell back, blackened like ink and smoking.
The Great Elder from the Unparalleled Tower used a blade and a sword. Despite not enlarging in mid-air, dozens of identical blades and swords appeared, their forms indistinguishable from each other, their presence both real and illusionary.
The blades and swords danced chaotically, tearing through the eight bolts of tribulation thunder with great force and a deafening clamor, shaking the heavens and the earth.
In just a mont, the tribulation thunders were dispersed, and the blades and swords fell back, trembling.
The rest of them employed similar approaches, all using magical treasures to confront the threat.
Of course, it was not without difficulty.
For example, Elder Luo.
Nanli Sword Studio was known for its swordsmanship, relying primarily on personal cultivation, with magical treasures being secondary.
Injured as he was, barely recovered, controlling the Magic Sword against eight tribulation thunders was exceedingly difficult.
The situation for the Great Elder of the Piaomiao Sect was different from the others; he could sense the barrier’s disturbances becoming increasingly apparent.
The sa silver tribulation thunder that appeared unremarkable to the others transford kaleidoscopically for him.
They road the skies like dragons and tigers, with weapons of war transford, their killing intent fearso.
This differential treatnt naturally made it harder for him to respond.
He threw out a scroll depicting hills and valleys in great detail, creating an illusion of another realm of wonders.
The scroll unfurled, shadowy images erging, and as dragon-tiger tribulation thunder entered, there were sounds of boulders shattering the sky, followed by armies of weapons slashing at the mountains, resulting in scenes of mountains shaking and the earth quaking within the scroll.
After the tribulation thunder was blocked, the mountains within the scroll were a scene of devastation, so missing a corner, others partially vanished, resembling an unfinished painting.
With just a glance, the Great Elder of the Piaomiao Sect felt heartache to the point of not being able to breathe. It was his dearest treasure, nurtured for most of his life now possessing an aura unmatched by other magical treasures, now ruined beyond half, as if gnawed by dogs.
After the first wave of tribulation thunder ended, the group of old n wore grim expressions. They had blocked the thunders, but there was little to be happy about; this was rely an appetizer.
"Why don’t we go up there?"
Elder Luo felt lingering fear; he was the one who struggled the most among them to withstand it.
Another wave, and he might not withstand it, so he thought of going up.
"Here, beneath the mountain stream, there are mountains on both sides. If the tribulation thunder’s power increases, forget about resisting; we’ll be buried alive first."
He seed to make a reasonable point.
Moreover...
"After going up, we can try scattering, see if we can..."
The old monk from the Galan Temple had already caught on. Upon reaching a spacious place, if they slowly retreated from the thunder zone, they might avoid disaster.
After all, the tribulation thunder wasn’t specifically aid at them.
Everyone’s eyes lit up, it seed reasonable, and they hurriedly scrambled into the air, flying toward the mountain top.
"Old ghost, don’t follow us!"
The Great Elder of the Unparalleled Tower suddenly cried out, and due to the commotion from behind, he couldn’t help but look back, seeing the Great Elder of the Piaomiao Sect following.
They were trying to avoid him, so why was he following?
"Nonsense, don’t I fear being buried alive just like you?"
The Great Elder of the Piaomiao Sect retorted irritably. He also found their discussion sensible; if the power of the tribulation thunder increased, staying there ant waiting to be buried alive.
Mo Yushu and the old steward rolled their eyes as they watched the eight elder heads co up. What they feared had co true.
They were afraid the tribulation thunder would reach the Divine Strategy Institute, yet these people wouldn’t stay below and actually ca up.
The second wave of tribulation thunder took a long ti to brew, but fortunately gave enough ti. As soon as the eight of them went up, they imdiately scattered and fled in different directions, leaving only the Great Elder of the Piaomiao Sect at the original spot.
But soon, the seven quickly returned at the sa ti.
"Damn it, everywhere I go, I’m locked on."
The Great Elder of Langya Mountain cursed loudly. He had fled far enough, but the chilling sensation of being watched never left him.
Elder Luo’s face looked grim. As soon as he left the thunder zone, he felt a sense of trepidation, even more terrifying than within the thunder zone.
"Why do I feel like if I don’t hold out to the end, I’ll die even more miserably?"
He wasn’t the only one who felt this way; the others had the sa instinct.
Is it okay not to play?
The tribulation thunder clearly disagreed.
Once you’re in, you have to see it through.
"I guess the tribulation thunder here is more a test than a killing force, but escaping isn’t necessarily the case."
The Great Elder of the Unparalleled Tower’s face was dark. Even if it was a test, they weren’t ntally prepared at all!
Sacrificing oneself was the affair of the Great Elder of the Piaomiao Sect alone; they were just here for the fun, perhaps just to cheer from the sidelines, but they definitely did not want to participate directly.
They dared to save people when a chanism went out of control, but under tribulation thunder, all they dared say was "take care," no way were they going to offer assistance.
"Everyone spread out a bit, don’t let the tribulation thunders pile up."
The old monk from the Galan Temple showed a look of sorrow. At this point, besides holding on with all their strength, what else could they do?
Moreover, the second wave of tribulation thunder was clearly about to co down, the thunderous rumble pressing down, making it hard for everyone to breathe.
It was hard to imagine how terrifying it would be when it truly descended.
A faint blue light flickered within the clouds, and this was just the second stage of tribulation thunder already this frightening.
It was imaginable how much stronger Han Yu had to be to survive the Purple Sky Tribulation Thunder that day.
"Hold on a little longer, I feel like I’m about to make it."
The Great Elder of the Piaomiao Sect suddenly shouted, as his perception was undergoing changes again...
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