Above the heavens, the final Glazed Violet Thunder slowly took shape.
Unlike the orderly, condensed lightning tribulations of the first two, this time, the rolling Tribulation Cloud suddenly became several times more violent.
Layers of dark-purple clouds piled atop one another, compressing and colliding with dull grinding roars, as though the entire vault of heaven were being forcibly kneaded to pieces and reassembled.
The tribulation light was no longer clear and pure. Strands of black lightning patterns coiled within it, mixed with faint golden radiance—the tangible omen of the Heavenly Dao's judgment.
The first two layers had merely been preludes. Only this third Dao-Shattering Lightning was the true checkpoint for testing the foundation of a cultivator's Dao heart.
The invisible laws of judgment between heaven and earth quietly spread out. This lightning tribulation would precisely magnify every flaw along a cultivator's path of cultivation.
Any trace of cutting corners, cultivation piled up through external means, or hollow foundations reliant upon others, opportunities, or protection would all be caught by the Heavenly Dao and turned into nourishment for the lightning tribulation, causing its might to surge severalfold, even dozens of times over.
Since ancient times, countless exceptionally gifted Other Shore Realm cultivators had fallen here.
Some had relied on aristocratic clans and sects, sheltered and blessed throughout their lives. Some had forcibly piled up their realms with heavenly treasures, leaving their Dao hearts hollow. Some had run rampant by relying on external artifacts and divine abilities, their foundations floating and unstable.
Before this lightning tribulation, those seemingly insignificant hidden dangers would be magnified without limit, ultimately ending in death and the dissipation of one's Dao.
Above the sea, Qin He sat cross-legged upon the waves, his bloodstained body faintly tensed.
This was the first time since beginning his tribulation that he