Baoshe was not spouting nonsense. One had to know that when a cultivator advanced, it involved the descent of Heavenly Tribulation, and that was already a matter of nine deaths and one life.
Thus, unless one had absolute confidence, there was simply no such thing as rashly undergoing tribulation.
The usual method was to make ample preparations.
Materials, medicinal pills, treasures, formations—none could be lacking.
At the same time, one had to find a suitable place to undergo tribulation. Before the tribulation, one needed even more to rest properly, bathe, and change clothes.
Some would even seek one or two friends to stand guard at the side.
Such preparations usually required several years.
If it was a high-level cultivator, it was even more exaggerated; preparing for several thousand to ten thousand years was also a common matter.
Even so, the result of undergoing tribulation was still disheartening: not one in ten survived.
More than ninety percent of cultivators perished within the Heavenly Tribulation.
If one was advancing to Tribulation Transcendence Late Stage, it was even more exaggerated.
The success rate was so low it made one's hair stand on end; calling those who succeeded a Rare Existence was not an exaggeration.
Leaving others aside for the moment, Baoshe remembered that when she had advanced to Tribulation Transcendence Late Stage back then, her mood had been incomparably uneasy. She had prepared fully, yet in the end it had still been a result of nine deaths and one life, and only with great difficulty had she passed the Heavenly Tribulation.
And this Lin Kid—he truly was insane.
At this moment, he was heavily wounded and on the verge of death, his magic power nearly gone, already at the point of being close to exhausted, and he had made not the slightest preparation.