"Life is but a dream; without destruction, there can be no new beginning. Only after breaking can one rebuild. Hahaha, so that's how it is."
Ye Lin laughed heartily and leapt into the air, shooting straight toward the clouds. As he flew, his aura grew stronger and stronger.
Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, Nascent Soul, Incarnation, Dao Integration, Tribulation Transcendence, Mahayana.
Early Earth Immortal, Middle Earth Immortal, Late Earth Immortal.
In mere seconds, Ye Lin went from an ordinary mortal to a lofty Immortal Realm cultivator once more. His former appearance vanished, replaced by an exceedingly bewitching young man.
"Come."
Ye Lin stretched out a hand and roared toward the ground. In an instant, the crimson fragments scattered across the earth began to tremble violently. Bolts of lightning appeared from thin air, linking the fragments together.
Crack, crack, crack.
Crisp sounds rang out one after another. Under the lightning's force, the fragments began to piece themselves together. The movements gradually grew wider and wider, lightning flashing brilliantly, until they finally formed a storm that charged toward Ye Lin.
When it reached him, a crimson Long Sword wrapped in lightning hovered quietly before his eyes.
"The Three-Nine Heavenly Tribulation has three strikes in total. Now, only one remains."
Holding the crimson Long Sword, Ye Lin murmured as he looked at the thunderclouds in the sky.
"Go."
Ye Lin hurled the crimson Long Sword in his hand toward the clouds. A flash of lightning exploded forth, drawing in the thunderbolts all around it. The sword hilt carried lightning that filled the sky as it rushed toward the thunderclouds above.
Boom.
At that moment, the final tribulation lightning descended. It clashed against the crimson Long Sword, neither side yielding to the other.
"Break."
Ye Lin roared again and thrust both hands forward.