An unknown supreme deity!
He wielded the branch of the rules of punitive lightning, having carried this branch of law to its utmost extreme!
In punishment, in judgment and torture, this Supreme had reached the pinnacle, without equal.
In an instant, searing pain erupted within Jiang Ding's divine soul. It was torment from the deepest layers of his spirituality, sword intent, sword soul, and flesh. This Supreme of lightning punishment had conducted profound research into sword cultivators; sword intent could not grant immunity.
Even more terrifyingly, this lightning punishment was not merely punishment.
If he delayed for even an instant, if he failed to break free from this prison of punishment in that instant, the Hand of Heavenly Lightning within the tribulation would instantly snuff out the living being undergoing tribulation, condemning them to eternal damnation!
"Pain..."
Jiang Ding could not help but roar.
This was agony that pierced into his marrow. The stronger his sword soul, the deeper the pain burrowed into his bones.
In an instant, his sword soul endured all manner of cruel tortures: mountains of blades, seas of fire, boiling oil, tongue-pulling, and more. The Eighteen Levels of Hell cycled through countless times, every method inflicted upon the sword soul.
"Wretched beast!"
"Do you confess your guilt?"
A majestic yet compassionate interrogation descended from above the eighteen levels of lightning prison.
It was as though an utterly fair and impartial judge were questioning him. Yet this judge also harbored compassion, unable to bear the suffering of living beings, and thus opened a gap in the net and asked him.
Heaven and earth were merciful. So long as he confessed, there would be a sliver of hope for survival.
One undeniable crime after another appeared within Jiang Ding's sea of consciousness.
There was the scene of him