To Baoshe, this was an insoluble mystery.
In truth, for Lin Xuan, was it not the same?
Entangling Baoshe and letting the Heavenly Tribulation descend—Lin Xuan had been seeking life from the jaws of death from the very beginning.
He had not even thought that he could live.
Faced with a powerful enemy unlike any he had ever encountered, Lin Xuan had already embraced the resolve of shattering jade and stone together.
No matter what, he had to make Baoshe fall. Everything he had done was only so Yue'er could survive the calamity before her eyes.
What Lin Xuan relied on was a chestful of hot blood and courage.
But even he truly had not expected that he could go this far.
When the first wave of Heavenly Tribulation arrived, he had thought he was about to fall, yet in the end, he somehow inexplicably endured it.
His heart was astonished, but also extremely delighted, and he continued to cling tightly to Baoshe.
When the second wave of Heavenly Tribulation descended, Lin Xuan thought that this time, he would be unable to hold on.
In the end, he survived again.
His mind went blank, and Lin Xuan had no time to think about why. He continued entangling Baoshe and fighting her viciously.
Just like that, wave after wave of Heavenly Tribulation descended, and again and again he suffered Baoshe's heavy blows, yet Lin Xuan could always hold on in desperate straits.
He had long thought he had reached his limit.
But every time, he was always able to survive.
Escaping death after such great disasters made even Lin Xuan himself feel that it was absurd.
Could it be that the heavens were favoring him?
After experiencing countless surprises, Lin Xuan finally stopped muddling through in a daze and quietly