Just a wisp of tribulation lightning would be enough to blast him into soul-scattering ruin. Better stay farther away.
At the heart of the lightning tribulation, Ye Lin stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the thunderclouds overhead. The Tribulation Transcendence was nearly over. This lightning tribulation was exceedingly perilous to others, but to him, it was nothing much.
At that moment, the thunderclouds overhead changed color, gradually turning blood-red as crimson lightning coursed through the clouds.
Crack.
With a deafening boom, a scarlet bolt of lightning slanted down toward Ye Lin. Ye Lin activated the Heaven-Devouring Demonic Art and directly absorbed the bolt.
The Heaven-Devouring Demonic Art could absorb blood essence and vital essence; they were both forms of power. Ye Lin wanted to test whether this lightning could be absorbed as well.
The next instant, the entire bolt was drawn into Ye Lin's body. His whole body turned scarlet, and when the lightning entered him, he felt an intense numbness coursing through his body.
His internal organs were tempered by the lightning, becoming even stronger.
Strands of lightning power now mingled within the spiritual energy in his dantian.
"So that's it. So that's it—this is the proper way to use the Heaven-Devouring Demonic Art."
Sensing the changes within himself, Ye Lin was overjoyed. It seemed he had found the true use of the Heaven-Devouring Demonic Art. Heaven-devouring, heaven-devouring—so this was the real meaning behind its name.
Ye Lin's idea was extraordinarily bold. Since ancient times, there had only been tales of peerless prodigies challenging lightning tribulations alone, shattering them with their own strength, overwhelmingly powerful.
But no one had ever heard of anyone absorbing a lightning tribulation. Not even the first master of the Heaven-Devouring Demonic Art in the primordial era had done such a thing.