Family Qilin!

In just a few breaths, Zhang Chen no longer looked like a living person, more like a chunk of old charcoal struck by thunderfire.

His life force was faint to the extreme.

Zhang Tianzheng, standing guard from a distance, clenched his hands so tightly that his knuckles went white. Even after living for centuries, he had never seen such a suicidal method of Foundation Establishment.

If not for the fact that he could still sense the tenacious pulse of Zhang Chen's Origin Aura, he would have already been unable to resist interfering.

Just as Zhang Chen's physical body was on the verge of complete collapse, the Nine Revolutions Universe Art within him suddenly underwent a drastic transformation.

Beneath that layer of charred skin, golden Spiritual Power began to flow, madly devouring the Purple Thunder that had entered his body.

This was the formidable strength of the Nine Revolutions Universe Art.

It was not merely a cultivation technique, but also the highest grade of Body Refining Divine Art.

Destruction gave birth to new life. Though the thunder had ravaged his flesh, the trace of Heavenly Creation Force contained within it was extracted by the art and fused into every newly born cell.

Golden light pierced through the gaps in his carbonized skin.

With each falling Thunder Tribulation, the golden radiance grew stronger.

By the time the ninth Thunder Tribulation passed...

the originally thick dark clouds could barely hold themselves together.

The final Thunder Tribulation manifested as an eerie pure gold.

It fell without a sound, yet it caused the very peak of Dao Seeking Peak to sink by several inches.

The moment the Thunder Tribulation completely dissipated, the sky did not clear.

Instead, an invisible wave swept through the entire Cavern.

The Inner Demon Tribulation arrived silently, at the moment when his physical body was at its weakest.

Zhang Chen's consciousness sank into darkness.

In a daze, he saw the Zhang Family Courtyard ablaze with raging fire.

The grinning face of Wang Family Head Wang Lie appeared before him, holding a blood-dripping long blade.

And he himself, his cultivation utterly lost, lay sprawled on the ground covered in blood and filth, powerlessly watching as Zhang Yunshan and several elders were cut down one by one.

"No, this isn't real,"

Zhang Chen said to himself calmly in his heart.

The illusion shifted, and he saw Lin Qingxue.

She was holding two swaddled infants, standing at the edge of a cliff, surrounded by countless cultivators of the Demonic Path.

Lin Qingxue turned back, her sorrowful eyes filled with utter despair.

Then, amidst a piercing scream, she plunged into the bottomless abyss.

The heart-wrenching pain was so real

that Zhang Chen's very soul began to tremble.

In the illusion, he became a true cripple.

That feeling of powerlessness eroded his will without cease.

Yet, just as he was about to sink into despair, the Dao Seed symbolizing Heavenly Dao Foundation Establishment deep within his dantian suddenly trembled.

Zhang Chen's eyes instantly regained clarity.

"No matter how many illusions arise, I cut them down with a single thought,"

he murmured to himself.

The illusion here was like a shattered mirror, crumbling under his direct gaze.

The Inner Demon Tribulation dissipated, and suddenly a grand Sanskrit Chant resounded between heaven and earth, as if ancient gods were singing praises.

On Zhang Chen's withered body, that layer of charred "shell" began to peel off in large patches.

His newly born skin carried a faint metallic luster.

Every line of his form was filled with a sense of power.

More importantly, his Sea of Consciousness.

At this moment, his Sea of Consciousness was undergoing earth-shattering changes.

If the Sea of Consciousness of an ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator was a pond, At this moment, Zhang Chen's Sea of Consciousness was a vast, expansive lake.

Its rate of expansion was extremely fast.

It was fully ten times that of an ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator.

With a sweep of his Spiritual Sense, Zhang Chen could clearly sense the ripples of waves dozens of li away on the Outer Sea.

He had succeeded.

Heavenly Dao Foundation Establishment was complete.

The moment he withdrew his technique and rose to his feet, the previously oppressive sky outside suddenly burst into tens of thousands of rays of multicolored light.

Clusters of golden Spirit Clouds took shape at the horizon.

Immediately after, a golden Spirit Rain began to fall, scattering down in abundance.

This Spirit Rain covered an extremely wide area...

Enveloping the entire Zhang Family Courtyard.

When raindrops landed on withered grass and trees, they instantly turned green and sprouted new shoots.

When they fell upon the aged Mortal servants, it swept away years of chronic ailments, and even their graying hair faintly revealed traces of black.

This was the world's feedback to a Heavenly Dao Foundation Establishment cultivator.

It was a fortune that could be encountered but not sought.

At this moment, the Zhang clan members waiting anxiously in the front courtyard all raised their heads.

"Is this... Spirit Rain?!"

Zhang Yunshan stretched out his hand and caught a drop of golden rain.

As that single drop entered his body, he felt his Spiritual Power Flow speed up by half.

Even his bottleneck seemed to show a hint of loosening.

Those clan disciples who had been struggling bitterly in their cultivation each revealed ecstatic expressions. The minor barriers that would have originally required months or even a year to break through.

Under this Spirit Rain, they crossed them as naturally as water flowing into a channel.

"Heaven-sent auspicious signs, heaven-sent auspicious signs!"

The shouts of the clan members converged into a tidal wave that seemed capable of overturning mountains.

Inside the Cave Mansion, Zhang Chen changed into a new Moon White Robe. His aura had undergone a qualitative transformation compared to before his seclusion.