After all sixteen Buddhist cultivators had perished, and the lightning raining down from above had become more than he could withstand, Wu De decisively chose to burn his soul and Origin Bloodline Power. Then he shot skyward, meeting the tribulation head-on. His powerful attack not only shattered the lightning with ease, but scattered the Tribulation Cloud as well. It could no longer gather again, which meant the Ultimate Tribulation would not strike anymore—and, naturally, would not attack Ling Tian. The Ultimate Tribulation had not attacked him before, but as long as the Tribulation Cloud remained, Ling Tian was still in danger. Now that it was gone, it was finally certain he would not be struck dead by the tribulation.
Yet Ling Tian felt no joy at all. He was overcome with grief. His most beloved master had perished right before his eyes, and he had been powerless to do anything. The helplessness left him furious and grief-stricken, even hating himself for being too weak. In his heart, if only he had been strong enough—strong enough to withstand all the lightning and even scatter the Tribulation Cloud—then Wu De would not have had to die.
Actually, when Ling Tian saw Wu De burn his soul and Origin Bloodline Power, he had been prepared to burn his own soul too. But Wu De's final words had stopped him outright: "Tian'er, you have a more important task. You have to think of Min'er and the others. Don't do anything foolish for my sake."
At the same time, Lian Xin, inside Ling Tian, stirred with fear and dependence. Her fear came from sensing that Ling Tian intended to burn his soul. After all, it was burning her own soul that had left her in her current state, so naturally she was instinctively afraid of