As long as Lu Cang did not die, the tribulation would count as a success. When the Heavenly Dao's reward descended, Lu Cang, who now had only a single breath left, would directly leap into the Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal realm, entering it in peak condition.
In Tribulation Transcendence, as long as one did not die, it counted as a successful transcendence. One's level of life would undergo a qualitative leap.
"How is this possible? Lu Cang actually didn't die?"
"Impossible. This is absolutely impossible. That was the Nine-Nine Heavenly Tribulation—it can't be possible!"
"Damn it, damn it! He was just that close, just that close!"
"Could it be that there truly isn't a shred of hope left for the present world?"
Ye Lin sensed it, and so did everyone else. After all, not one person standing here was a useless fool.
They all understood it with absolute clarity.
Lu Cang was not dead...
In the distance, a spark of exhilaration flashed through the eyes of the smugglers, whose morale had been low. Lu Cang was not dead—they still had hope.
The present world would, in the end, still be theirs.
Yet even as the crowd discussed it among themselves, the tribulation clouds in the sky were slowly dispersing.
And as they dispersed, peals of thunder continued to ring out, as though even the Heavenly Dao was unwilling, as though it regretted failing to strike this fellow dead.
But within the rules, the Heavenly Dao had done all it was supposed to do. It no longer had any chance to interfere.
The Heavenly Dao could operate within the rules. Once it transcended those rules and wantonly suppressed the living beings of the Star River Cosmos, it would give rise to a series of unforeseeable consequences, throwing the entire Star River