The moment Bian Chunchou saw it, he immediately seized the opening. If he didn't make his move now, then when? They had fought this far already—even if he had to pinch together a little matchstick man, he was going to succeed in forming a Nascent Soul.
Who said a forcibly twisted Nascent Soul wouldn't be sweet? He would twist it first and talk later.
With reckless bravado possessing him, Bian Chunchou immediately got to work with blazing enthusiasm. Even though the Tribulation Lightning had blasted his whole body until there wasn't a single patch of intact flesh left, who could care about that little bit of pain at a time like this? Even if it hurt him to death, he absolutely would not admit defeat now.
Dao Heart, talent, danger—Bian Chunchou threw them all to the back of his mind.
He did not know how others formed Nascent Souls, nor did he know how difficult it was to comprehend the Dao. He did not even know what each bolt of Tribulation Lightning represented. But the ignorant feared nothing. Bian Chunchou felt that as long as the result was headed in the right direction, the process was a matter of different views for different people.
If everyone's process of forming a Nascent Soul were more or less the same, then how could their cultivation levels ever pull apart? Take him, Wen Xu-Xu, and Chen Zui-Zui for example—his method definitely would not suit the other two, but Bian Chunchou believed that both his friends could find their own unique paths to the Nascent Soul.
He did not know whether the road he was walking was right, but... who cared! Charging ahead was all that mattered.
With that mindset, Bian Chunchou welcomed the fifth bolt of heavenly lightning. At this moment, his condition