Fourth Order Gathering Origin Tree

The thunderclouds were still brewing, not yet fully formed, but True Monarch Lianshan's life force had already reached the point where the oil was spent and the lamp had run dry.

He kept warning himself to hold on. If he could not endure now, the lightning tribulation would dissipate, and his sacrifice would be meaningless.

He looked up at the sky. When purple thunderclouds filled his eyes, he smiled.

Sealed memories welled up from the very depths of his Sea of Consciousness, as though an incomparably enormous fish were stirring the seabed.

As a mortal, he had fished by the riverbank, the faces of his parents and childhood friends swiftly coming into focus before fading just as quickly; after opening his meridians, he had been overjoyed to finally eat spirit rice at every meal; after Foundation Establishment, he had been high-spirited yet cautiously respectful when paying respects to his master; the flamboyance when he comprehended the mysteries of his cultivation method and entered Origin Seeking, the humility when Five Qi Chaoyuan successfully condensed his Golden Core, and the profound reverence toward cultivation after the wild ecstasy of shattering his core to form a Nascent Soul.

Scene after scene flashed before his eyes. A fleeting instant became eternity, and his thoughts froze upon the moment the True Demon led an army of demons to breach the sect's mountain-protecting grand formation.

He had once possessed the possibility of breaking through to the Three Flowers Realm, but with the sect's fall, everything had become passing clouds and drifting smoke.

There was the fury upon learning that the Teleportation Array had been destroyed, the unwillingness of having hope to rise another level yet abandoning his fleshly body and merging his Nascent Soul into a puppet, the despair of failing to pass down the inheritance