Pain was the exclusive preserve of all living things.
Mortals could be tortured to death by pain itself. Though cultivators stood high above them, their methods resembling those of immortals and gods, that did not mean they could not feel pain.
They were merely more capable of enduring it than mortals.
Once the pain surpassed the limits of what they could bear, their faces would twist in agony, and they too would cry out in pain.
Ye Lin was in precisely that state now. This pain had long since exceeded his limit.
It was as though this lightning tribulation intended to torture him to death.
Even agony that seeped into the marrow was insufficient to describe how Ye Lin felt at this moment.
In merely a few breaths, Ye Lin's entire body was drenched in sweat. Yet those few breaths felt as long as a century to him.
A few breaths later, the pain gradually faded, and the lightning dispersed.
Yet the lightning tribulation would not give Ye Lin a chance to catch his breath. Before he could rest even for a moment, the second bolt descended, pain a hundred times fiercer than before stabbing straight into Ye Lin's Primordial Spirit.
For a moment, Ye Lin felt as though he were about to pass out. His gaze became unfocused, and even his control over his body weakened.
Every place in his body where there was bone sent forth an unprecedented agony. That feeling could not be described in words.
"You have to hold on. There are nine bolts in all, and you're facing the fifth one now. Endure it—you must endure it. Victory is right before your eyes."
"One more has passed. Only four remain. Once you endure them all, the first stage will be over."
"Have you forgotten your