The Heavenly Dao controlled all things. Thunder tribulations were also the means by which the Heavenly Dao tested beings throughout their lives, so the Heavenly Dao had done nothing wrong.
Even if the Heavenly Dao were to unleash World-Destroying Divine Thunder right now, no one would dare say it was even the slightest bit in the wrong.
If anyone was to blame, it could only be him for being unlucky.
"Then bring it on. Since things have come to this, I might as well stake everything on one throw. If I succeed, my name will go down in history, and my status will, to a certain extent, stand shoulder to shoulder with the Ancient Human Emperor."
"If I lose, death is the worst that can happen."
Lu Cang's expression gradually hardened. His thoughts were simple at that moment: as long as he succeeded, his standing could rival that Ancient Human Emperor in certain respects—the emperor of the Human Race, the emperor before whom even the Divine Beast Clan had to bow their heads.
After all, the Ancient Human Emperor had survived the Nine-Nine Heavenly Tribulation, and he too had survived the Nine-Nine Heavenly Tribulation. That meant he was practically the Ancient Human Emperor himself. Was there anything wrong with that? Nothing wrong at all—not the slightest problem.
The next instant, a bolt of purple divine lightning descended from the heavens, brimming with an aura that seemed capable of destroying all things.
Lu Cang showed no fear whatsoever. A flash of madness passed through his eyes as he opened his jaws wide, an incomparably terrifying power gathering in his mouth.
He spat out a blackish-purple dragon breath that shot straight into the sky. Yet in the next instant, the seemingly unstoppable dragon breath was ground to dust by the heavenly lightning,