"Above Yaochi stood an emperor's throne, high in the heavens illuminating the cosmos. Beyond the sky lay Great Firmament Heaven; beyond men stood Perfected Lin."
Lin Xian's green robes fluttered as his aura blanketed mountains, rivers, and the cosmos. He transformed into the center of the lightning sea, drawing down one Chaos Thunder Tribulation after another.
"Fuck, Holy Master, you're actually serious?!"
Ye Fan's expression changed drastically. Heavenly Tribulations were no joke; the slightest mistake could multiply their power countless times over.
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Facing tribulations as a group was fun for a moment; having your Dao vanish and getting cremated was the price.
"We cultivators, if we do not undergo Heavenly Tribulations, how can we know where our potential lies, or where our limits are?"
Lin Xian spoke calmly. Immortal light bloomed from between his brows, as though a deity dwelled within, turning yin and yang, separating life and death, seated high upon the emperor's throne above the heavens.
"Holy Master, you'll regret this!"
"If you keep messing around, I'll collapse. Then who will fight the Dark Turmoil?"
Ye Fan shouted, his scalp tingling. He wished he could transform into a Golden Crow and flee across countless mountains and rivers, escaping this battlefield and the Heavenly Tribulation's lock-on.
"Holy Son, I am the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body."
Bathed in endless lightning, Lin Xian declared loudly, "Nine Heavens and Ten Earths rest upon my shoulders. I will safeguard the glory of the Sacred Body."
"Fighting the Life Restricted Areas, quelling the Dark Turmoil, and protecting all living beings—those words are not yours to speak yet."
Before his words had faded, Lin Xian moved like a Dragon Snake.