In Song Zhong's mind, a voice kept tempting him.
"With divine power, you can withstand this Heavenly Tribulation!"
"After you withstand the Heavenly Tribulation, you can survive, and all of your Human Race can survive!"
"After you withstand the Heavenly Tribulation, you can even become the strongest existence in this Land of Reincarnation!"
"When that time comes, you will be a true god—a human god!"
"You cannot die. The Human Race is still waiting for you! Your kin are being slaughtered in a frenzy by the Cloud Clan! Come, listen to their screams before death, and see their wretched state.
Do you not want to help them?
As that voice fell, the screams of his kin rang out one after another in Song Zhong's mind.
"Ancestor Song Zhong... save us..."
"We... can't hold on anymore..."
"Why... why have you still not succeeded in transcending the tribulation..."
"Ancestor Song Zhong, our Human Race is finished..."
In his vision, scenes surfaced of Human Race members being blasted to death by Cloud Clan cultivators.
"No!"
Song Zhong's divine soul let out a pained roar.
At this moment, his Dao heart wavered as never before!
And in the very instant his mind slipped, all kinds of violent tribulation forces attacked once more.
Fire, water, wind, ice, space, time...
The powers of all these Heavenly Tribulations fused together in this moment, filled with endless destructive power, and violently surged into Song Zhong's body.
An illusion!
Just now, he had fallen into an illusion. That voice had been tempting him all along, urging him to obtain the power of a god!
Or perhaps that voice had only meant to distract him, then kill him in one fell swoop.
Surges of the purest power, power that sought to destroy everything, came crashing in wildly.
Song Zhong's true