That Fortune power was gentle as spring rain, yet incomparably precious—truly the greatest gift in the cultivation world. Even if an ordinary mortal were lucky enough to obtain a wisp of it, they could shed their mortal shell and undergo a complete transformation, turning rotten wood into a spiritual root. Their future achievements would be limitless.
But blessings and disasters went hand in hand.
If one's physical body was weak and foundation unstable, not only would they be unable to withstand Fortune's baptism, they would instead be burst apart by it, destroying both body and soul. The higher the rank of the lightning tribulation, the stronger the Fortune and the more terrifying its power. What was called an opportunity was, to the weak, merely deadly poison wrapped in honey.
There was another kind of lightning—the Yin Lightning—known as Deathly Thunder.
It was the final judgment that descended during the Immeasurable Kalpa, existing solely for destruction. Once it fell, all things would return to ruin, and the myriad heavens would perish.
Yet now, the Heavenly Dao had actually wielded power of this level against a mere "ant" like Su Yang.
Clearly, it had been driven into a rage and lost its reason.
The Eye of Heavenly Punishment had been completely enveloped by black lightning, resembling a calamity star nurturing the apocalypse. Its terrifying pressure spread like a tide, sweeping across the entire Chaos World.
In an instant, the void trembled, and Chaos surged like boiling water.
Countless black Lightning Snakes scattered in all directions. Wherever they passed, the Chaos Qi was utterly annihilated, turning into empty hollows as though a chunk of the heavens and earth had been forcibly gouged away.
Su Yang's expression finally changed.
He knew that this strike was no longer punishment, but execution.
Thunder exploded. Lightning tore