Thunder rumbled across the sky as Ye Lin focused only on guarding his own small patch of ground.
From time to time, powerful cultivators let out miserable screams before their entire bodies were blasted into ashes by the lightning, their lifelong cultivation and tens of millions of years of bitter effort reduced to nothing.
This was cultivation—one misstep, and a lifetime of hard work vanished like smoke.
Truly tragic and lamentable.
Other powerful cultivators continuously unleashed all manner of techniques to withstand the lightning tribulation, fighting it to a standstill.
None of those capable of reaching this level possessed talent to scoff at. Now, it would depend on the foundations they had accumulated over the years.
It would depend on whose foundation was deeper.
On one side were the tribulations of Loose Immortals; on the other were the tribulations of Mahayana cultivators. A Loose Immortal's tribulation was certainly stronger than that of a Mahayana cultivator.
Ye Lin was also eager to see what level of strength these Loose Immortals would possess after entering the Immortal Realm.
Would they also be at the early Earth Immortal stage?
A Mahayana cultivator broke through into the early Earth Immortal stage, and a Nine-Tribulation Loose Immortal also broke through into the early Earth Immortal stage. Didn't that seem a little unbalanced?
Yet in those mere few minutes, several hundred peak Mahayana cultivators had already turned to ash, their lifelong cultivation returning to nourish heaven and earth.
This Immortal Ascension Tribulation was not so easy to overcome.
In the path of cultivation, every realm was a leap into the heavens, and every realm blocked the vast majority of people. But becoming an immortal was the true challenge.
If becoming an immortal were so easy, there would not be so few immortals.
Out of one billion